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moving-accounts-uwu · 4 years ago

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Right Where You Were Meant To Be (Bucky x Plus-size!Reader)

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bucky x Plus-size!reader

Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort, body-shaming

Story type: One-shot

Word count: 2.7k words

Summary: Reader has a crush on Bucky the second she looked at him but she also has feelings of self-consciousness about her body and doubts she’d ever end up with Bucky or any guy like Bucky. That all changes one night at one of Tony’s parties.

(A/N: This is a cute little one-shot idea I had and just wanted to write out. I feel there aren’t many plus-size!reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I’m a chubby girl and felt like I needed some love, lmao. Any mistakes I take responsibility for, this story wasn’t beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!!! Also, the gif isn’t mine, but he just looks so precious <3)

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It all started when you looked at him for the first time. He had just moved into the Tower, and you had just gotten the job as Tony's new assistant since Pepper had become CEO of Stark Industries. Because you worked in an environment with superheroes who were very fit and healthy, you had become self-conscious of yourself; whether it would be what you wore, the things you ate, or just how your body looked in general.

Being a bigger girl, it often took a toll on your mental health when you would notice the glances, the whispering, the judgmental stares, and how shopping for clothes in your size was difficult, and it made you feel like you had to lose weight to fit in and belong. You felt alone and isolated.

You didn't have any friends; you didn't even talk to many of your co-workers, and just kept to yourself a majority of the time. When Bucky moved in, you noticed he did the same. He didn't speak much to the rest of the team, he mostly stayed in his room, and only hung around Steve. Bucky was very fit, and his muscular body showed it whenever he wore tight-fitted clothing. You would never wear tight-fitted clothing for fear of having your plumpness accentuated.

After five months working for Tony and having a more friendly relationship with the rest of the team, you had built a few close bonds with some of the heroes. Wanda and Natasha were your closest girlfriends and would regularly have 'Lady's Nights' every Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Tony, Clint, Sam, and Steve were like your older brothers and would look out for you.

You and Steve made it a routine to do small exercise and yoga in the afternoons just after 4 o'clock. How this all started was because you wanted to accomplish small goals for yourself, as Sam told you to do to help with your mental health.

"Steve," You called out as you stepped into the Tower's gym, the one place you knew where to find Steve if he wasn't in the common room.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! What's up?" Steve turned to face you as he held the punching bag still while he watched you walk closer to him, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

"I just... I wanted to start doing light exercises, you know, to boost my endorphins, and so I have something to do in the afternoons when I've finished with work." It wasn't a complete lie, but it just sugar-coated the fact that you just wanted to lose weight to gain confidence in yourself.

Steve had agreed to help you; he wouldn't push you too much either because he didn't want you to strain anything and not push you out of your comfort zone too much. Both of you would exercise for an hour each day in the afternoons. This routine had been going on for six weeks, and you were enjoying it. You felt better about yourself each week when you would check your progress and write down how much you lost during the week; you were more confident than you were all those weeks ago before asking Steve for help.

During one of those afternoon exercises, you and Steve were both in the Adho Mukha pose with Steve wearing his usual tight t-shirt that you swore was a size too small, and shorts while you wore a loose, black tank top, and tight-fitted leggings that complemented the shape of your plump ass. You were so in the zone that you hadn't heard the gym doors open and the sound of footsteps coming closer to you. Bucky stood behind you and Steve, him getting an eyeful of your butt while he cleared his throat to catch his best friend's attention.

"Hey, Bucky! I didn't notice you were there. (Y/N) and I were doing some yoga, would you like to join us?"

You. Were. Mortified. You quickly stood up beside Steve and looked down at your feet, trying to avoid looking at Bucky after having your ass practically in his face.

"Uh, I kinda have to get ready for 'Girl's Night' tonight, but I think Bucky can keep you company." You nervously spoke, having your words jumble out quickly due to your inner-embarrassment. "I'll see you later, Steve!"

You bolted out of the gym as fast as your legs could go and made it up into your room without another incident. When you flopped onto your bed, you let out a loud, exhausted sigh before closing your eyes shut tightly. 'Why did I have to act like a nervous wreck? You didn't even let him talk for Christ's sake!' After beating yourself up over the little incident, you started to get ready for 'Girl's Night' with Nat and Wanda.

It was two hours into 'Girl's Night' and you, Nat and Wanda had, at least, drank four glasses of Kraken Rum and about three shots of Vodka. You were more relaxed and carefree, enjoying your time with your best friends while gossiping about an episode of Criminal Minds you all saw the other day together.

"Not gonna lie, I would love to have a man like Morgan. Have you seen his muscles? And how he kicks down doors like a badass?" You gushed.

"That is true, and I fully believe Morgan and Garcia should be together. They have chemistry and look so cute!" Wanda loved her Morgan and Garcia ship.

"Eh, I like to have a super cute genius but that's just my opinion" Nat took a sip of her fruity vodka drink while shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course you would, you're with Bruce and that's a little bias, Nat." You gently shoved your red-haired friend playfully.

You and Wanda giggled like school girls when Natasha scoffed before she pointed an accusing finger at you.

"Well, says you, (Y/N)! You practically drool whenever you see Barnes."

That shut you up quickly. 'How does she know?! Play it off'

"That's very funny Nat, but I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, (Y/N). I've seen the way your cheeks get all pink and how your eyes are glued to him whenever he walks by. You're so smitten it's grossly cute." Then Wanda turned to you with a small smirk on her face.

"Maybe you should ask him to work out with you and Steve!"

Flashbacks of your embarrassment earlier that day made your face go pale. 'Absolutely not'. You shook your head furiously, staring at your two friends with fear. There was no way you'd have the guts to do such a thing, not after how you acted around him before. Plus, you didn't want him to look at you with disgust when he looks at you working out. You shake off all the negative thoughts before finishing off your last bits of rum.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Tony wants me to help him organize and plan a gala party to celebrate his newest project. And when I say to 'help him' I mean I'll be doing most of the work while he hides away in his lab with Bruce." You said before walking off and waving the girls goodbye.

2 weeks later...

You had most of the gala planned out. You had booked a cute catering company to organize some food dishes for everyone and even hired a group of people to decorate one of the large common rooms that would fit all the guests on Tony's guest-list. You had even bought a cute new dress to wear for the party. The party was starting that night at 7:30 and you would hopefully get everything done while having an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

When the decorating and planning finished, you quickly made your way to your room and got showered and changed. You stood in front of your mirror for quite some time, nitpicking every flaw you could see, judging your appearance because you knew how the other women at the party were going to look flawless and have every man swooping in for them. A sudden knock on your door snapped you out of your negative thoughts.

"(Y/n), you ready?" Wanda's voice called from the other side.

"Y-yeah! I'm coming now." You dashed for the door to get away from the mirror so you can't put yourself down even more. Once opening the door, Wanda linked your arm with hers, and both of you walked toward the elevator.

Telling FRIDAY which floor, you both arrived just as a few of the guests were mingling around; drinking, eating, and chatting. You glanced around, hoping to see the familiar faces of your friends, spotting Sam, Nat, and Clint near the bar where Natasha was serving the drinks. Tony was standing next to Pepper and being an absolute flirt as always while Steve and Bucky were standing near a corner with drinks in hand. Before you could make your way over to the bar, Wanda told you to wait where you were while she goes to quickly touch up her make-up, disappearing before you could say a word. You stood there awkwardly and looked around, making sure everything was going swimmingly until you felt a presence behind you. A tap on your confirmed that someone was indeed behind you.

You turned around to see a group of two slender women and three muscular men staring at you with smug and cocky smiles on their faces.

"Can we get some more drinks? And make them with a little more alcohol this time." One of the men quirked an eyebrow, waiting for you to scurry off to grab their drinks.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not part of catering. I'm-"

"You certainly look it though, I mean, you're not dressed like you're here as a guest. The dress you're wearing looks like the other catering staff." A woman spat, her eyes narrowed at you. You started to feel self-conscious about your outfit now, realizing the color-scheme looked very similar to the catering staff.

"Plus, the dress isn't that flattering for your body hun. We can practically see your muffin top and panty lines with how tight that dress is on you." The other woman commented while she leaned to the side to glance at more of your plush figure.

A stinging sensation began to appear behind your eyes, feelings of doubt, and an anxiety attack began to make themselves known. So looked away from the group and quickly made for the elevator, shooting Wanda a quick text saying you weren't feeling too well. 'How stupid of me to think I even looked good or that I could fit in at the party.' By the time the elevator doors reached your floor and the doors opened, hot tears were falling down your cheeks as you tried to furiously wipe them away with zero results. The tears kept flowing down as you began to walk down the hallway to your room; quiet footsteps barely making noise as they followed you. Just as your hand settled on the door handle, a warm hand clasped onto your shoulder gently. With a yelp, you spun around with a jump to look at your "attacker", only to find a pair of stormy blue eyes staring at your teary eyes intensely.

Bucky's eyes held hints of concern and worry, but it was hard to see because he was good at hiding his emotions, and the fact that your eyes were blurry from crying.

"You okay, (Y/n)? I saw you leave the party quickly and noticed how fast your breathing was." Bucky had to look down at you because he was so tall, or was it because you were just very short?

"I'm fine, Bucky. I just don't do well in crowded places or with so many strangers. I got a bit overwhelmed but it's fine now." You weakly smiled but he could see right through it, he always did.

"You had a panic attack after speaking to a group of people, and judging by the looks they gave you while talking to them, I can only believe it wasn't a pleasant conversation." Bucky then brought both his flesh and metal hands to cup your face while he peered into your eyes more. "Tell me what happened, doll."

You sighed, you knew he wasn't going to let this go. Even though you both barely spoke to each other, he still cared for you like the both of you knew each other for years. Something about his calm voice and caring nature helped your nerves settle.

"They thought I was part of catering and asked if I could get them more drinks. I told them I wasn't catering, only for them to make snarky comments about my outfit and body. But it's fine, I'm used to having those comments made to me, I've dealt with those types of people all my life." Your hands gently held his and tried to move them away from your face but Bucky didn't budge.

"You don't believe them, right? I mean, I think the dress looks good on you. It shows off your curves and any man who doesn't get blown away is blind."

You gave a humorless laugh and shook your head at Bucky, looking down at the floor.

"You're just saying that to be nice to me, Buck. We both know girls like me don't belong in a place like this, or a party like that. You can go back to the party, I don't want to waste more of your time." You went to turn away when Bucky held your upper arms tightly.

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not a fan of crowds myself and was about to leave the party myself until I saw you run away. I'd rather spend my time with you and making sure you don't ever think that you don't belong."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, his stare was intense with adoration and love while you stared at him in shock that he'd want to spend time with you. Before you could blink, Bucky leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours, his arms wrapping around you and caging you into a warm and gentle embrace. Your hands rested onto his firm chest while his hands rested on your lower back, just above your butt. At first, you were in shock but then you gave in to the kiss and snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers embedded into his long hair.

The kiss was full of passion, and so much love that you didn't think it was possible. When the need for air was too much, you both separated and looked into each other's eyes once again.

"H-how? Why me? We barely know each other!"

"Because, (Y/n), I've been smitten for you since I first laid eyes on you but didn't have the guts to tell you. Steve's been a punk and trying to get me to join your work out sessions for weeks but I was too nervous to do it." Bucky's cheeks tinted red as he chuckled.

"And why's that? I was scared that if saw me working out, that you'd be grossed out by my body." You explained, chewing on your bottom lip.

"I could never be grossed out, sweetheart. I love a woman with curves and plumpness to her. I was nervous that if I watched you work out, I would try to make a move on you too fast and scare you away. I didn't want that to happen." Bucky grabbed your chin and leaned in again, his lips almost touching yours. "And you looked downright sexy in those tights, they shape your ass well."

You gasped and lightly smacked his shoulder while he smirked at you. His playfulness coming through. You made the first move this time and got onto your tippy toes to kiss him. This is was quicker than the first but still held the same emotions. With so much strength you underestimated he had, Bucky lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he opened your door and carried you over to your bedroom. Both of you watched a bunch of movies in your room; many kisses were shared before you both passed out, cuddled up under your fluffy blankets, safe in Bucky's arms. Right where you were meant to be all along.

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Thanks for reading!!! <3 <3 <3

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paleblank · 4 years ago

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So I've been thinking a lot about smash dlc characters so here's 6 characters I'd love to see in smash! The character I most wanted in was Banjo Kazooie so I'll be pretty satisfied with anything really but here are my picks

Sora: I think sora would fit so well in smash, his battle style is so unique with the keyblade being such a cool weapon that can transform into a buch of things with formchange and teleport back to the owner's hand when thrown. We also got the super badass drive forms and the hella edgy Anti-form that would be so cool to see implemented in his moveset. the only real thing I see holding this character back is that he's not owned by Square Enix being owned by Disney instead. Idk how would Disney react to that. Also a lot of Sora's summons are Disney characters, his keyblade has the mickey head thing so idk that could be troublesome to license well. Also he's more on Sony and Microsoft consoles rather than Nintendo but so was Cloud. Guys but he's so adorable 🥺 the way he says sorry when messing up cooking with Remy from ratatouille just breaks my heart.

Paper Mario: I feel Paper Mario is different enough from Mario to be his own character in smash.Paper Mario has a hammer, partners, the whole paper mechanic and that ability with the stars that appear again in Mario Party 5 for some reason... hm a lot to work with here. He's also completely silent unlike Mario! he'd be another flat character like Mr. Game n watch. Also, he just recently had a new game on the switch so that's a plus. I know it'd be another Mario franchise rep and people have been wanting Waluigi(let's be honest it's just to complete Wario and also cuz memes) but Paper Mario is way more unique and even has his own series of games. Keep the Waluigi-not-in-smash meme alive.

Ryu Hayabusa: Ok. Ninjas. Ninjas in smash. Nintendo we need ninjas in smash... and I'm not talking about pokemon ninjas(greninja) that doesn't count. I'm talking about actual human ninjas. Ryu first appeared on the NES with the Ninja Gaiden trilogy of games(which I never beat cuz it's hella hard) so he'd be kinda like a retro character like Simon. I say kinda because he got a reboot on the xbox later on which Slapsss. But the NES wasn't the only Nintendo console he was on, he was also on the NDS(this game was super fun like you hold the DS sideways it's greatt) and Wii U(he's back on the Switch NES online collection thing too) Now, he is primarily a sword user like so many other smash characters but Ryu is diversity incarnate this man can use sooo many other weapons like a staff, kusarigma, tonfas, bows, dual swords, bladed nunchuks, freaking wolverine CLAWS oh and a modafuckin SCYTHE. So idk they could implement different weapons like they did with Byleth or make the Dragon Sword be his homie his only weapon to keep it classy. To complement that got the usual ninja stuff like the shurikens, the kunais and the totally not op Ninjutsu. Also he his so graceful and fiercee have you seen his fighting style? His movements are so cool to look at. Like, Izuna drop. In smash. Ugh husbando. He's owned by koei tecmo the same guys that did the dinasty warrior games and the fire emblem and zelda warriors crossover of games. So they've been working really close to Nintendo recently. Although the last we've seen of Ninja Gaiden was back in 2014. But like Banjo Kazooie hasn't had a game since 2008 so it's not a big deal. (Edit: wow so Nintendo just announced Koei Tecmo is doing yet another Zelda Warriors game :D andd they're lending them assets from BotW which means Nintendo really trusts this company so Ryu getting in Smash as a representative of Koei Tecmo and Team Ninja is very very likely, probably the most likely of the list)

Dante: Hey we have Bayo let us have Dante. He's a cool mofo, he chill he badass. What else can I say? I love his personality ahhh (reminds me of Pale a bit) but I know he's another sword character but he has GUNS and can turn into a DEMON so I think they can make him stand out enough from the others. His fighting style is so stylish and cool yes yes. I feel Nero would be super cool with his devil breaker arms too but Dante is the face of Devil May Cry. I think dmc 3 is the only game on a Nintendo console though... But who cares get this mofo in smash please

Travis Touchdown: why do I love these personality types hmm. Now he was a wii excluse for a while and most of his games were on Nintendo platforms first so plus plus. Yet another sword character oops but I mean he has a beam sword that's hella cool plus he can turn into a red TIGER. His game is a bit.. well mature, and not only on the gory side of things but there's like a lot of sexual innuendo (he looks like he's jerking off when he's charging his sword) but hey Bayonetta had her moments as well. We got a new game coming up in 2021 mhm. Anyway I wouldn't mind if he didn't got in probably just a bonus on my list.

Okami: wow I want a lot of hack n slash human characters huh let's combo break that with Amaterasu! She's a wolf, a goddess, she's so cool definitely the most unique pick out of my choices here. like her game is so one of a kind it should be in museums across the world and they should have ppl handing out free copies just so everyone can experience this art in game form. Just image the possibilities of her moveset! She was in a fighting game before and it was amazing. We need more non-human characters in smash too. Hmm it is yet another capcom rep though(we have Megaman, Ryu and Ken and I want Dante too.) But let it happen please

So that's my list for now. If any of these characters get in I'd be sooo happy!! Let's wait and see.

#shut up pale

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a-nerd-obsessed · 6 years ago

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Another Long, Unnecessary, and Obvious Star Wars Trailer Breakdown (Read: Wild Speculation) that Literally No One Asked For

So, obviously, it begins with Rey breathing hard, not unlike the trailer for TLJ. The trailer for TFA also began with breathing, except it was Finn. That’s mildly interesting, because in marketing for TFA, Finn was the decoy for the main Force-sensitive protagonist which actually turned out to be Rey. That means literally nothing but there you go.

Then we see Rey, alone.

She’s on a desert planet, possibly Tatooine, although that seems like too strong of a reference to ROJ in my unfounded opinion. It could be a part of Jakku we haven’t seen before too. But who knows.

But look at Rey: she’s calming herself, readying herself for whatever’s coming on the horizon.

And she looks ready. I mean, look at those awesome new Jedi-esque threads. The definition on those biceps. That Skywalker lightsaber, mended and functional like it’s no big deal, like we haven’t been freaking out over how she was going to repair it and what color it would be, but whatever - apparently she’s got this Force thing figured out.

We’ve passed on all we know

A thousand generations live in you now

I’m going to be generous and say that Luke is talking to both Rey and Ben Solo. I mean, with the exception of maybe the Knights of Ren, they’re the only two living Force-sensitives (in the purview of the main saga) who have been taught by a Jedi.

Now it could be just talking to Rey, especially since she has the physical representation of that knowledge in the Jedi texts, but we know Luke Skywalker is not done with Ben Solo - ”See you around, kid.” Also, Ben Solo is the legacy of the most influential family of Force-users in the galaxy, so I don’t see a way that, “a thousand generations live in you now,” doesn’t apply to him as well.

Now we hear that signature scream of a ion engine as the camera looks beyond our girl Rey to see a TIE fighter coming in low across the desert.

If you’ll notice, the angle of the sunlight is different in these shots. It’s behind her, then in front, behind, in front. I honestly can’t tell from the backgrounds, but these could be different places, or just different times. So she could have been standing there a really long time, just chilling.

Or, it could be JJ screwing with the time of day per his directorial whims again. Like in TFA, when the TIE fighters are coming in across Nymeve Lake on Takodana? Silhouetted against the setting sun? Yeah, in every other shot of that battle it’s a lot closer to noon than it is to sunset. So the angle of the sun could be nothing.

Still, whatever’s happening with the sun, it’s clear she’s expecting this bad boy to show up:

(Side note: two of my favorite sounds from SW is a lightsaber ignition and a TIE fighter engine - like, chills, every time).

But this is your fight

Again, I’m gonna say Luke is talking to both of them, and not in a you-two-need-to-stop-fighting-sit-down-figure-it-out-and-apologize-to-each-other kind of way, but a you-two-need-to-figure-out-how-to-defeat-the-bad-guy-together kind of way.

Which leads me to my overarching assumption: This is a team-up movie

Exhibit A:

He’s flying low. Really low. And to clarify, when I say “he,” I mean Ben Solo/Kylo Ren. Like when we’ve seen TIE fighters on strafing runs before (think the attack on Niima Outpost and Maz’s castle), they haven’t gone this low. Also, going low confuses their tracking according to Finn in TFA. He’s not targeting her using the tools at his disposal. And why go so low that she could literally gut his personally-designed ride with her lightsaber? This doesn’t seem like intent to kill here.

Exhibit B:

Rey knows he’s coming, and she’s ready. This is not her look from their duel on Starkiller, when she absolutely hated him and thought of him only as a patricidal maniac, or from the first few Force bond scenes, when she cusses him out. Not to get technical, but there’s a lot more teeth bared when she’s feeling murderous. No, this is the look she has when she’s totally in sync with someone, that someone being Ben Solo. Think the TLJ throne room fight.

Exhibit C:

He’s not shooting. If he was going to kill Rey, it definitely wouldn’t be by running her down with his sweet-ass custom TIE fighter. And it more than likely wouldn’t be by gunning her down either. This boy has Skywalker blood - if he kills someone he’s holding a grudge against, it’s gotta be up close and personal. That’s the only way to do it. San Tekka, Han, Snoke, Luke: all by lightsaber to the gut or chest.

All that is moot anyway because he’s not trying to kill her. Please. Really? Did you see their last scene together in TLJ? That sad sappy look in his eyes as she left him? Ain’t no way that boy could kill her.

Okay, and full disclosure, I got a little bit of an adrenaline rush when I watched this next part. Brace yourself.

Okay, totally badass, amirite?

But what are they trying to do here? I don’t know. Nobody does. If they tell you they do, they’re lying. Unless it’s JJ Abrams.

What I think they’re doing is NOT trying to kill each other. This is a coordinated stunt, possible multiple times. If you notice just in this GIF alone, two different angles for the sunlight.

Now what’s the goal then? For her to hitch a ride? Possible, although my logical brain starts calculating physics and thinks about the durability of the human body and I’m just like... yikes. But then again, that’s what the Force is for, right?

Another part of me just thinks she’s flipping over his ship based on her trajectory in the last frame before it fades to black, like a tuck and roll scenario. So, extreme training, then. I don’t blame them. If I had fun toys like that, I’d use them too.

If you want, here’s some great theorizing on this sequence by @gwendy85, also some here by @spacesoapopera

Then we dive into the rest of the trailer. We have this unknown ship that seems to appear a few times, so maybe it’s what our Resistance buddies are using for interplanetary travel. Also I’m super excited for this new planet because with the exception of Vandor in the Solo movie, we haven’t had a lot of mountainous worlds. It looks like there’s some kind of city/settlement at high elevation with all the clouds and snow blowing around. Consider my interest... piqued :)

Then there’s this. Mmm. 😏

This is the first time we’ve seen Kylo Ren fighting like this. So far his personal acts of violence have been either execution, interrogation, or dueling. But here, this is him on the ground, fighting alongside his troops.

I am ready.

Although it does beg the question, what are they pushing towards that would cause him to get so directly involved, especially since he’s the Supreme Leader now? Or maybe something happened (Hux’s coup?) so he doesn’t have the manpower to do the dirty work anymore which means he has to handle it himself. Of course, we haven’t seen much of his leadership style. He could be a hands-on kind of guy. I don’t know, but it’s got to be big - or personal.

Also, sorry, but the guy that Kylo is demolishing here is not the same guy Kylo stabbed in Rey’s Force vision from TFA - he doesn’t have the same weapon, although they may be connected. Plus, there’s more than one of these guys. If you watch the actual trailer, you can see a similarly dressed person run in from the right just before the jump. So, sadly, I don’t think this is a Knight of Ren, although that would be frickin’ AWESOME.

Speaking of things that are not, that’s not Kylo’s hands in this scene repairing the helmet. Although my boy is definitely embracing the First Order color scheme with the red accents on his helmet and TIE fighter. I’m a fan of all-black myself, but the Supreme Leader’s gotta represent. Interesting to note, however, that in the one scene of Kylo Ren we have in the trailer, he is sans helmet. It’ll be fun to see how the timeline of these shots works out.

MA BOYS.

And damn do they look fine.

Presumably they’re on that same desert planet that Rey and Kylo were on, practicing flips earlier in the trailer. So how did Rey get to be alone? When does Kylo show up? Is Finn holding Rey’s staff? What’s their objective here? SO MANY QUESTIONS.

And meet D-0, BB-8′s adorable new pal. I’m already in love. Droids are honestly some of the most underappreciated characters throughout the SW saga as L3 would be quick to tell you. Except maybe for Chewbacca, who doesn’t get nearly enough credit for all the shit he’s had to put up with.

And here he is with LANDO CALRISSIAN. The best thing to happen to the Solo movie, and I’m sure he’ll be amazing in TROS too. I may also die if he and/or Chewie get a moment to speak with Ben, so if you don’t hear from me after December, that’s why.

This is also the only time we see the Falcon. We do see shots of other ships that could be what our Resistance friends are using, although one does go down if fiery flames.

Our dashing duo again, always getting in trouble. I can’t tell you how excited I am for them to actually get to go on an adventure together along with Rey (and C-3PO of all people lmao). Yes, their journeys have be strongly intertwined in the last two movies, but getting to see them interact and observe their dynamics... I am ready.

And I’m just gonna say it. Poe Dameron and Finn are hot. Like, the Episode IX look for both of them is just so delicious, I love it.

Anyway, we get a brief glimpse of some action sequences: Stormtroopers with jet packs, maybe, chasing our Resistance darlings, and a ship getting shot down in a battle involving a Star Destroyer, maybe related to the shot of Kylo fighting on the ground earlier in the trailer?

This is clearly Leia’s hands. Don’t argue with me.

And she’s holding one of the medals she awarded to Han and Luke at the end of ANH. But which one? And why? You know, besides making me ugly cry.

Then JJ Abrams and Lucasfilm just decided to sucker punch the world with this shot of Leia and Rey embracing.

It blows my mind how quickly these two latched on to each other with such affection, and the implicit trust we’ve seen in their brief scenes together in TFA and TLJ. I know Leia’s story in this movie is going to stab me in the heart.

Also, the background has that temperate forest look, so maybe it’s the same place as in the still of Rey trekking through a forest that you can see here along with several others.

Now, when does this happen, before or after the chase on the desert planet? I don’t know, but I’d like to think this is the same planet where Kylo Ren is body-slamming that guy to the ground because that’s also in a forest, although it’s looking pretty wrecked when Kylo’s there.

And maybe - don’t hate me - maybe Kylo’s in full-on battle mode, mowing down everything in his way, because something happened to Leia.

Total speculation, but something’s gonna happen, right?

And then this. Hell to the yes.

I’m just going to assume this is the second Death Star. I mean, this is either the first Death Star on Yavin or the second Death Star on Endor’s forest moon. It seems like it has a fairly temperate climate, not tropical like Yavin IV has. And at this point I’m assuming it’s the same planet with the other forest scenes, but we have such limited footage (literally less than three minutes) there’s no telling what’s happening.

But they’ve come a long way to get here, and this is a big moment. Something’s out there, something they need, something they have to do.

(Also there’s another great theory about what’s going to happen here by @gwendy85)

We’ll always be with you

No one’s ever really gone

FADE TO BLACK.

PaLpAtInE’s CaCkLe😱😱😱

THE RISE OF SKYWALKER !!!?!?

So.

LISTEN UP PEOPLE! Kylo Ren is not the big bad. And he never has been. That’s gonna be the Emperor, every time.

And the only way to take that bad bitch down is if Rey and Kylo team up, y’all. Don’t argue me on this one.

Bonus: The music is optimistic throughout the trailer, and when the title is revealed, we get Kylo Ren’s (or should I say Ben’s?) theme taking a hopeful twist.

That’s it. That’s the story.

Now.

People that were missing from the footage:

General Armitage Hux

Rose Tico

a new character, Jannah, played by Naomi Ackie

Kerri Russell’s character

Richard E. Grant’s character

(Thanks @nancylovesreylo for pointing out ones I’d missed!)

Obviously it’s a teaser, and you can only throw so much in, but it’s still curious to wonder at the choices they made. Granted, these characters can be found in still images or have been discussed in interviews, but we weren’t able to see them in action yet. Why? What are they up to?

Anyway, I want to hear your thoughts! If you have answers to my questions, I want to know!

#star wars #the rise of skywalker #tros #reylo #trailer breakdown #star wars trailer #episode ix spoilers #tros spoilers #episode ix speculation #tros speculation

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audreysjensens-blog · 5 years ago

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bi-curious and the new girl {part III} - bloody knuckles and butterflies pt. I

The night had been restless for Audrey; between the prank, the email, and the harassment that was sure to take place at school, she hadn’t rested very easy. A regular comfort, though, came in the form of one caffeine-high Noah Foster.

“You think she’ll get interviewed for the podcast?” Noah asked, finishing some of his notes on the hood of his car. “I’d really like to get the innocent final-new-girl perspective. Minus the homophobic stuff of course.”

“I tried to email her to talk, but it bounced right back,” Audrey said in between sips of her cold brew, adjusting the music in her one earbud. “I don’t think her account’s been set up yet.”

She had spent hours the night before trying to get that photo collage down, calling Emma and Brooke, and talking to her dad. Plus, she had constantly incoming texts and calls from who she assumed was the killer. She was praying you weren’t involved, but you didn’t really know each other. Did she want to get to know you more? Sure. But after those photos had leaked, she thought that you’d for sure be trying to distance yourself.

“I’m sure it’s not going to be up for too much longer,” Noah said. Frantically scribbling some new ideas for drabbles on his podcast, he crossed out a large section of text. “The pictures, I mean. Plus, a lot of people are saying that you looked badass. And some guys were talking about Y/N a lot, too.”

“What were they saying?”

“What do you think?” Noah responded, snorting and grinning into his notebook. “One of the comments said ‘hot bitches love Audrey’. As if you hadn’t noticed Y/N, too. Please. We should rename ourselves as ‘Chick Magnet and the Virgin’.”

Audrey lightly slapped Noah on the arm, a small smile etched on her face. She had noticed, was the thing. She had been expecting the person who bumped into her to be a dumb preteen, but instead she got you. And that really threw her off her game.

As soon as she turned to her phone, both her and Noah started hearing a commotion coming from the front gates of the school. Slamming her car door shut, they started making their way over to what was soon to be a massive circle. As she approached, both guys and girls alike looked at her with a minute pause, letting her into the inner part of the circle.

There was the dark-haired bitch, Haley, freshly back at school after her night of pranking. She was in your space, spitting insults back at your retreating form.

“At least I don’t have to start my school year off with a dyke!” Haley yelled, and you froze. Audrey barely had a second to register what had been said, and you were lunging forward, rings bared and the sound of crunching bone coming from Haley’s face.

There you were, on top of Haley, fist cocked and wrist bloody. Haley, nose obviously showing signs of trauma and grabbing your left arm, was covered in blood. The fight almost seemed to move in slow motion, before Audrey grabbed Noah and the the two of them pulled you off of her.

“Let me GO!” you yelled, struggling against their arms as Haley got to her feet, swaying lightly at the obvious punch she’d taken. Audrey’s arm snaked around your waist, and you started to stop resisting.

“At least I got brains and tits,” you spat back to Haley, your fist clenched at your side. “Good luck relying on your chest when your nose is caved in.”

Another figure came swooping in to grab Haley, and Noah and Audrey turned you around, cutting off your line of sight.

“Relax, relax,” Noah said, pulling tissues out of his backpack to stop your hand from bleeding. Shaking with adrenaline, you took them, and Audrey put a hand on your back.

“It’s okay. It’s over,” she said, trying to make eye contact with you. “I’ll take her to the bathroom, get her cleaned up. Noah, stay here. Talk to any administrators if they come outside.”

The crowd parted and stared as you walked away, met with your threatening glare if they caught your eye line. Once you were out of the crowd and ushered by Audrey into the back of the building, it hit you exactly what had happened, and the pain came running back to your fist.

You were both silent as you went to the girl’s room and you sat on the ledge of the sink, wringing your knuckles and staring at your feet. Audrey started running water and wetting paper towels, and you finally looked up and at her.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, hoping that your tears wouldn’t break. “For, uh. Getting me out of there.”

“It’s no problem,” Audrey said, folding the towels into a smaller, narrower pad of paper. “It’s… Y’know. We’re friends now, I guess. Officially. Which,” she added, grinning, “Is a very elusive club to be a part of. Perks include free pranks.”

You laughed at that, and then slowly brought your hand back to your lip as a dart of pain shot through it. Slightly turning, you gazed at your reflection in the mirror, revealing your puffy and cut lip, and the line of blood running down your chin. Ah, you thought. That’s where the metal taste came from.

“Don’t move,” Audrey said, turning towards you and using the towel to clean the blood from your knuckles. “Don’t wanna aggravate it.”

She was holding your hand, slowly rubbing the paper towel over the red, aggravated skin. When she looked up, she saw you staring at her, and, blushing, she looked back.

“Your lip-“

“Yeah, it’s bleeding. I can get it,” you motioned for her to back up so you could jump off the sink ledge, but she didn’t budge.

“It’s okay,” she said, reaching up with the towel. “You’re the one who just got in a fight. I can do it.”

Silence echoed in the bathroom again, and she stopped the re-wet the towel. “I should probably say thanks,” Audrey mumbled, turning off the sink and turning back to you. “Defending my honor and all.”

You waved your hand in dismissal, stopping after the low thud of pain returned. “She was a jackass. And she called you that… word. It warranted a quick smackdown.”

Audrey giggled at that, and then it was really hard to keep yourself from smiling as she ran the towel along your lip. Audrey, on the other hand, was getting more and more nervous. I’m so close to her, she thought, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand. There was a feeling in her stomach, one of warmth and lovesickness and slow neck kisses. Who knew that you could make the disheveled hair and swollen lip hot and endearing at the same time? She defended me, Audrey thought. One lean forward on her toes, and she could-

Suddenly, the door banged open and a tiny, blonde girl emerged, followed by a taller girl with a freckle close to her eye. At the entrance of both of them, Audrey broke away from you. She didn’t even realize her hand was on your thigh until the warmth was no longer there, and Brooke stood wide-eyed in the doorway.

After a brief pause and multiple glances from you, Audrey spoke.

“Y/N, this is Brooke. And Emma Duval, who I’m sure you already know,” she said, gesturing to the two new girls as you managed a weak wave.

“You must be the famous Y/N who kicked Haley Kaufman’s ass in the courtyard,” Brooke said, extending her hand to you, who shook it, half-laughing.

“I’d like to think so,” you said, smiling at your new friend and turning to the next. “And you’re Emma? I think our parents are going to work together at the hospital.”

“Yeah!” Emma responded, cheerful grin lighting up her face. “My mom was talking about some new staff earlier this year.”

As you continued the niceties, Brooke, digging through her purse finally producing something of value, turned towards you with a tube of lipstick.

“It’ll mask the cut,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms. “Plus, you’ll look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you said, turning back around and hopping off the sink to apply it. “You guys are super nice. I mean, I know it’s my first day, but I feel lucky.”

As you slowly applied the lipstick, you completely missed the look of humor on Brooke’s face as she looked from Audrey to you, Audrey clearly gazing with admiration at you. She slowly grabbed Emma’s arm and started to leave the bathroom, winking at Audrey in the process.

“I’m sure you’ll show Y/N to her first class, Jensen,” she said, giggling, and Audrey smiled and looked at her feet. She hoped so.

#audrey jensen #audrey jensen x reader #audrey jensen fic #audrey jensen imagine #audrey jensen imagines #scream mtv #scream fic

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brassikarts · 5 years ago

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Overdue camping story...

AKA, when Bee went to the Ozarks and it was terrible...

AKA, why my ankle tells the weather...

AKA, eons ago, y’all asked for a camping horror story and lord knows I’ve been having difficulty enough with fake stories, so here you go.

So back in the day - by which I mean, 2007 or so - I dated a dude who I will affectionately refer to on here OOCly as Grizzly Adams, or GA. Probably GA; I’m too lazy to type out his full nickname. GA and I are still on decent terms, even though we broke up in ‘08; his defining characteristics, though, were his utter disregard for his own personal safety, and his thirst for exploration.

The Ozarks encompassed both.

Anyway, GA and I - and my best friend at the time, and some randos whom we liked to hike/cave/camp with - all piled up in my (tiny) Elantra*, and drove from Florida to the middle of fucking nowhere Arkansas because I’d read about how badass the Ozark Highlands Trail was in an issue of Backpacker. My gear was ancient and beyond secondhand. I’d bartered for my backpack, which was as old as I was then; my sleeping back was Army Surplus and my tent was a $99 impulse buy from REI that I STILL use a decade plus down the line. GA got his from his nature loving Canadian outdoorsman father. One dude was super fancy and had brand new REI stuff, I don’t remember the other guy, and my best friend...

See, Ess - my best friend of many years then - had never been backpacking before. She was savvy with Amazon, though, and purchased a plethora of low-cost gear. She also didn’t geartest a single bit of it, but I - in my infinite 23-year old wisdom - trusted her to make good decisions. I have since learned the error of my ways, but that aside - we all pile into my (too) tiny car and proceed to drive several states over to go on this epic, 33-mile hike through the pristine Ozarks wilderness.

None of us had checked the weather for Arkansas, and so none of us knew about the freak snowstorm that had ripped through the area only days before. None of us had any idea that Ozark National Forest did not have an active ranger staff in the dead of winter. Also, this was in the early days of GPS, and we were all poor-ass PhD students who couldn’t afford a Garmin or a TomTom, and were relying on printouts from Mapquest and the directions we got from our shuttle, who lived out of a trailer... somewhere. I dunno. Readers, we trusted this man to shuttle us back to our start point, which is horrifying in retrospect. Anyway!

We get near the National Forest and get lost. There’s a house in the woods. The macho rich boy of the group volunteered to knock and ask for directions, since he was the most clean-cut of all of us, and probably the most well-received. We should’ve figured out something was terribly wrong when the person in the house answered with a literal shotgun in hand, and told us to go back to where we came from. (Spoiler: we did not.) Ultimately, we found our way into the National Forest, whereupon two more things caught our attention:

1. There was snow EVERYWHERE and 2. My gas light dinged on

“GA,” I said. “Don’t you think we ought to get gas? The campsite’s like, 25 miles into the park.”

“Nah, Bee, it’s fine,” he assured me. (It was not.)

We drive very carefully into the campsite, trying not to fall off the edge of these cliffs and came to a very nice, snow-covered area about a half-mile off the start of our trail. We had a beautiful view of the river. It was bitterly cold, but I wasn’t worried - the year before, my gear had survived a 16F trip to the T-A-G caving region and I’d come out fine. We pitched camp, wrote our dashboard note informing people of our timeline and plans, and turned in for the night.

A few hours in, I was awoken from a dead sleep by the howling of a wolf. (That was badass and highly unusual for East of the Mississippi!) My best friend was wide awake and shivering, too, and casually informed me that she would like my hot water bottle because - in her words - she was “so cold she was going to die”. I gave her said bottle (the trick is to fill up your water bottle with hot water and stick it in your sleeping bag so it keeps your feet toasty), and we discovered that her sleeping bag was rated to 35. It was about 20 outside. Oof. The tent was also weirdly humid, but I’ll get back to that later.

Next morning, we wake up. We eat breakfast; we pack up. I take in the snow covered landscape and the sign that says there’s no ranger, but hey - adventure! We make it a quarter mile when I step wrong into a rabbit hole, and hear a conspicuous snap and feel a jolt of pain that’s intense enough to knock me out. I am a 23 year old dumbass, and proceed to say, “Oh, it’ll be fine. I can keep going.” So I did - 7 and a half miles downhill, fording what is currently a frigid, whitewater river - and we make it to the first stop of our trip.

There’s a nice old couple car-camping there. They take the sudden appearance of five idiots, one limping, in stride and make conversation and share firewood. “Can you tell us where the closest gas station is?” GA asks. “Oh,” they say. It’s just on the other side of the river.” (More on that later.) My plan is to assess the state of my ankle; I undo my boot and it has swollen to the size of a softball and is purple. I decide I cannot hike anymore on this ankle.

Reader, please note that at this point: 1. We have no gas 2. My best friend has gear that can’t survive the Arkansas/Missouri winter 3. My ankle is very likely broken and 4. We’re 7.5 miles from my car - downhill - and another 25 from “civilization”, which may or may not involve a woman with a shotgun.

This situation is grim, to say the least.

So, we regroup and decide to pull out of this expedition. There’s no way to go back to the car, so I wrap my ankle as tightly as I can get it and limp allll the way back uphill, through the river fords and snow, and back to the campsite. We make it by nightfall and pray the kindly old couple is still around the next day, but they’d given us good directions to get to the nearest town for gas and food and we were just going to get super drunk and stick to state parks on the way back down. Next day, we pile back up in my poor Elantra, whose roof has dented from the pack weight we’ve strapped to it. We go onto the marked forest paths and encounter the worst road I have seen to date, full of fallen pine trees, ginormous potholes the size of my car, and mud - and make it to the river.

Readers, I am from Florida. The rivers there are wide; they are spanned by bridges. This river - this whitewater torrent - is not, and the expectation was that we would DRIVE through this body of turbulent water to get gas and an opportunity to go to Sonic or something. GA is seriously considering it and I’m having a high-key, outright panic attack on the side of the road when we all hear something - a truck, driving towards us. We stare; the truck stops, and the driver gets out. It’s a farmer, hauling hay. He has two bloodhounds with him. He calls, “C’mere Red,” and they both come hopping out of the truck. He asks us what we’re doing on his property; we tell him. And then...

He laughs. He laughs hard enough that tears start to stream down his cheeks and get caught in his beard. He guffaws, and it’s only drowned out by the fucking whitewater river that abuts his property. And once he’s gotten his senses back, he deadass looks GA in the eye and says:

“Y’all better go back t’where y’came from.”

Never in my life had I genuinely, truly felt like I was going to die, but I did that day. Ess comforts me while I sob the whole way back to the 7.5 mile campsite - with my gas light STILL ON - and by providence or G-D or something, the old couple is still there.

The rest of the story is less interesting; they take fancy REI dude and Ess in their car and I drive in my Elantra, and on fumes, we pull into a town that is made of three churches, two trailers, and a gas station that took only cash and had rotary gas pumps. My ankle is indeed broken; we go Lite Caving in a state park (well, they did, I hung out in the gift shop), and we stop to camp en route back to Northern Florida and get our full of Sonic, vowing never to go back to Arkansas ever again.

It rains that night in (I think) Alabama, harder than I’ve ever camped in before. The temperature’s okay, but in the middle of the night I hear, “What the FUCK?” from Ess, and we come to learn that her tent both 1. does not breathe well and 2. isn’t waterproofed, so, that happened. She never went backpacking again and frankly, I don’t blame her. Myself, I haven’t been back to that corner of the Midwest since 2007 and have no plans to. I lost track of the other two, non-GA or Ess people, but GA has since gone on to do some spectacularly dumbass things while camping, and also got his PhD.

Anyway - thanks for reading. I have continued to camp, though not - for the most part - with this degree of failure*. Enjoy your day, and camp safely.

#camping #ooc #val!mun #horror stories #arkansas

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pagesofivy · 6 years ago

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Stupid Shopping

Pairing: Sam Wilson x plus size!reader

Warnings: self doubt, stupid clothes being too small, some angst with your fluff.

Beta: @quilliamfears

W.c. 1381

A/N: This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Full Figured Fantasy writing challenge. My prompt was “Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself.” This challenge is super close to my heart and I had three different ideas for where I wanted to take the prompt. I still might do those later but that’s a maybe, when I’m feeling inspired. This actually started as a different fic focused on Sam’s wings and having a wing!kink but the prompt took me elsewhere and I’m really happy with it. I dunno who to tag, sorry! Forevers and marvel tags will be on the reblog.

The first thing that caught your attention about Sam Wilson was his wings. He was out practicing as you rolled up to the Avengers compound in your car, and you’d been fascinated by the man’s movements. Too soon, he’d landed on a roof and out of your sight, and you continued on in your travels, going through the security and into the compound to meet with Steve and Tony about a spot on the tech side of the team.

They’d accepted you, invited you to stay on the compound too, and you’d accepted, quickly falling into the little family they’d created. Sam continuously fascinated you, and you’d made a couple more pairs of wings similar to his to tinker with.

Sam sits with you when you work, giving his thoughts and opinions on your designs and tweaks, asking for certain things, praising you for your ideas. He watches as you work on other tech too, fascinated, and you talk to him as you work, explaining some of the more simple things. Once he got the simple stuff, you start explaining the more complicated things, and eventually your conversation moves to more friendly topics.

It’s always hot in your lab, so when you work, you wear a tank top and shorts, though you’ll wear more when you’re doing something dangerous. When Sam hangs out, at first, you’re self-conscious about what you wear, knowing that it shows off your chubby thighs, arms, and sometimes stomach, but Sam never seems to notice, so eventually it goes to the back of your mind and you get lost in the tech.

You don’t let him know about your insecurities, when you two become friends. You also don’t tell him that you’re falling in love with him, because there’s no way he could feel the same. Not with Nat and Wanda and all the other thin, gorgeous, badass women that inhabit the compound. Not when you’re curvy, thick, chubby, whatever you call it. You’re bigger than average, plus size by all means. ‘Full-figured’ your mom would say, a soft smile on her face. But you shake that thought out of your mind as an announcement comes over the annoying speakers Tony installed throughout the bunker. “There’s going to be a party tonight, fancy dress, attendance required. That means you, (Y/N). Starts at 7 p.m.” Scowling at the speaker as Tony’s voice cuts off, you let out a frustrated huff and throw down your tools. Sam frowns and reaches out for you, taking your hand in his and pulling you to face him.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? It’s just a stupid party. I’m not sure why Stark called you out like that, but if you don’t have anything to wear, we can play hooky and go shopping for something. I need a suit anyway.” Sam offers, smiling up at you encouragingly, and you hesitate a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, I need to go shopping for something. He only called me out because he knows I tend to avoid his parties. I always feel kinda out of place around everyone.” You admit, pulling away and cleaning up your workbench a bit so that you can play off your admission like it’s not a big deal. Sam doesn’t say anything, just waits patiently and frowns, but he plasters a smile on his face before you can see.

“Well, let’s go! I should get a suit in some wild color just to piss Stark off.” His grin is genuine and mischievous, and you laugh as you turn and meet his eyes.

“Definitely a great plan. Let me get in some clean clothes then we’ll go.” You grin back at him and head out, leaving him to shut the lights off and lock the door; or rather, have F.R.I.D.A.Y. do it, but still.

Going shopping was a mistake. You’d been to three stores so far, ignored the judgmental looks from the sales staff that clearly said you didn’t belong, and endured the dress zippers and fabrics all getting caught on your curvy frame.

“None of this stuff fits, Sam.” You whisper as you stare at yourself in the dressing room mirror, dress half-zipped, stuck at your hip. This is the fourth dress you’ve tried on in this store and none have worked so far. You want to scream, rip up the dresses, and disappear. You slip this one off and tug on your street clothes, not noticing Sam in the dressing room with you at first.

“Life is way too short to spend another day at war with yourself babygirl.” Sam murmurs, coming up behind you and resting his hands on your waist, meeting your eyes in your mirror. His voice makes you jump, his touch surprising you, and tears well in your eyes as you shake your head, sniffling.

“I don’t know how not to, Sam. I can ignore it most of the time, but times like these, when Tony wants to throw fancy parties, when I have to go shopping and dress up, I… I can’t.” Your tears roll down your face and Sam whirls you around, cupping your face in his hands.

“I’ll be right there with you, princess. Wear whatever you want. Hell, I’ll find someone that will make your dress specifically for you, if that’s what you want. Please, just don’t cry beautiful.” His voice cracks, saddened, and you sniffle, reaching up to wipe at your face.

“Sam, stop, it’s fine. I don’t expect you to do anything like that, I just won’t go to the party. It’s not a big deal.” You try to pull away but Sam follows, shaking his head.

“I need you to look at me, (Y/N). Please.” His plea breaks whatever will you have and you meet his eyes, which are almost as teary as your own. “You are gorgeous. You don’t need these damn clothes from these stupid stores that don’t like making clothes for anyone above a size zero. You take my breath away every day, whether you’re wearing a tanktop and shorts, covered in grease and oil from working on my wings, or long sleeves and jeans on a cold day. Hell, you could wear a flour sack and you’d still steal my heart every time. Wear what makes you feel good, and ignore everyone else. I love you, (Y/N), and it kills me to see you hurting like this.” His admission stops you cold and your breath catches in your throat, not sure what to say.

“You… You love me, Sam?” You whisper, eyes pleading with him that this isn’t a joke, that he’s being honest. You’re not sure if you can handle him toying with your emotions. Sam smiles softly at you and leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away. When you don’t, Sam presses his lips to yours, conveying all manner of unspoken emotions, and you’re so shocked that you don’t really kiss back. He starts to pull away, taking your non-response as rejection, but you surge forward and kiss him, making Sam chuckle quietly at your eagerness.

“Believe me, babygirl?” He asks when you break apart, grinning brightly at you. You flush, embarrassed by your brazenness, but nod, smiling shyly at him.

“Yeah, I believe you Sam. And uh, I kind of love you too. Just in case you didn’t know.” You declare, and Sam smirks, his eyes dancing.

“I had a guess, from that fiery kiss you just gave me, but it’s good to hear it out loud. Now, let’s go home, we can watch movies or something instead of going to Tony’s lame-ass party.” He suggests, but you surprise him when you shake your head.

“Nah, there’s a consignment shop around the corner, they usually have some cool prom dresses and stuff in my size, we can check there for something. And find you your crazy-colored suit.” You tease, wiping the last of the tears from your eyes, and Sam laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple as you walk out of the dressing room area, his arm over your shoulders.

“Anything for you babygirl.” He promises, and you hold your head a little higher, feeling ready to take on whatever the day, and Tony’s party, has to throw at you.

#star's full figured fantasy #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x plus size!reader #falcon x reader #falcon x plus size!reader #plus size!reader #twx writes #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #twx fanfic #fanfiction #sam wilson #the falcon

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sybariticnomad · 6 years ago

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BNHA Prompts I want to read/write

>Ghibli AUs- literally any of them would be great but especially Princess Mononoke rn

>Rival School Gang AU- Bakusquad gang vs Dekusquad gang. Don't fuck with Uraraka bc she’ll wreck you w a smile. also Deku totally is one of those people who angry cries. Drama ensue when canon villains are really just out of town school gang that tries to take over their town and squads gotta unite whether they like it or nah. Featuring all might, Aizawa, and co as concerned teachers, detectives and whatnot that just wanna see these kids safe and sound

>Uraraka grew up on wrong side of the tracks AU- doesn’t necessarily have to be completely au, just that Uraraka growing up poor incorporating some of the less glamorous parts of being poor so she’s seen shit and done shit and wants to do good for the world now so no one else has to go through what she went through. I just want this to be a part of her character background so bad. Just scenes with her encountering villains or smalltime gangs and being like “dude we were neighbors I went through the same shit you did fam. Don't do this.”

>Uraraka using her anti-gravity quirk to do what hulk did to Loki in the first avengers movie and everyone being fuckin SHOOK. (can you tell who one of my main faves is yet? lol)

>A fic about ua kids literally being that, Kids. Shenanigans, Movie nights to binge the Rocky series only to end up too pumped to sleep so they all start training like crazy(Bakubro included), youtube channels, Todoroki secretly being messy af and joining the Tea Party where the ladies plus Todoroki spill tea and throw shade EVERYWHERE (all the best news comes from there), Bakugo growing and awkwardly trying to show his appreciation for his classmates and also awkwardly trying to mend his relationship with Deku (teen angst at it’s best and Deku is unsure of how to handle it but Uraraka and Kirishima help the dumbasses), Mina and Uraraka explore their sexuality together bc fuck you if they aint bisexual queens at the very least, Uraraka being one of the few willing to back talk Bakugo so she passive aggressively gives him nicknames like he gives her until he starts calling people by their names(like sweetie bc his sweat smells like burnt caramel, he calls her peaches sometimes bc of her country accent and a couple of other things if ya know what I mean) and eventually the whole class gets in on the nicknaming stuff and Bakugo is Sick Of People Stealing His Shit, Urarakas twang and Todoroki’s education in modern slang because explaining to him what being messy means and spilling tea is funny af (he starts using it all the time in a super awkward way “I believe that this situation calls for some messy retaliation” with long deadpan stares), how many of these kids can't wink and just give you long awkward blinks, teacher appreciation day gifts that get all the way out of hand (Aizawa gets the benign noise cancelling headphones and death wish coffee and then someone sends him a bottle of tequila and he wants to know which fucking child got a hold of alcohol to both admonish and thank them. Poor all might gets all the medicine, who’s idea was it to give present mic a loud mic and youtube channel why he’s already too loud please make it stop), someone gives Bakugo spicy chocolate cookies for valentines day and he doesn't want the sentiment but hot damn those cookies are fucking delicious, the kids get into American music because present mic recommends it to help with learning English and that's all fine and dandy until the kids start hosting death matches with Denzel curry’s Ultimate as the match song and wow how many of these songs have so much profanity please stop (just because you’re swearing in English kids doesn't mean some people still won’t know you’re swearing), Sex Ed Class for the kids (wow what trauma, what drama, Aizawa you are not giving the sex ed seminar they will get too scared. you will monitor Midnight as she gives the lesson. All might go have a cup of tea and try not to think of the kids having sex because golly they’re all still wee babes), Teachers shipping students and other staff lounge gossip, Spin the bottle truth or dare where the dare is always make out with the people you want to fight, Momo is cleaning out her closet and giving away clothes so please let the mad fight over who can get more clothes from her giveaway ensue(Uraraka is poor and on a mission, who know when she’ll be able to get clothes as nice as these again? she might enlist the help of some of her guy friends and she might also float all the clothes she wants to the ceiling out of reach of anyone else), BNHA girls using snapchat and momo’s closet to recreate Beyonce music videos and killing it (I really just want to see 7/11, the suck on my balls shtick, and Sorry because it’s a whole lotta friends hangin out and being sassy), WHO LET THESE KIDS WATCH South Park. y’know. Shit like that. Wow this bullet point got way out of hand.

>Night Vale AU 1- Fuck you it’s Tododeku. Todoroki is obviously Carlos with his perfect hair and perfect teeth. Uraraka is totally dana, Deku is of course Cecil, Aizawa might be station management? Might be old man Jenkins. Whatever it is I'm here for it.

>Night Vale AU 2-Alternatively its the cast of bnha just in the wtnv universe and their day to day lives dealing with night vales weirdness. do as you please.

>Underground Fighting/Fight Club AU- What It Says On The Tin. BNHA kids doing illegal underground fighting stuff and do with it what you will.

>Oresama Teacher AU- I know I keep being super aggresive but still fuck you I think mafuyu and Uraraka would be able to flip flop each other or alternatively, mafuyu is urarakas grandmother and she taught Uraraka all the ways of badassery minus the fighting stuff bc she old

>Fantasy AU where for once Uraraka actually is the badass witch and not just the confused amnesiac- also What It Says On the Tin. Bitch can kick some ass.

>Adventure Time AU- For shits and giggles bc I said so I suppose. I think the bnha characters in that universe would be funny af with just the right dash of angst/drama.

>Assassination classroom au- what it says on the tin.

>The Myth Of Hades and Persephone AU- featuring your chosen bnha ship. Imma leave mine out of it because the one I would prefer to put in would probably yield a lot of hate and I don't want my preferred ship to get in the way of anyone ignoring these prompts and not writing them? idk imma leave mine out but y'all get it.

More to be added at a later date bye lmao

#bnha #fic prompts #uraraka ochako #mha #midoriya izuku #deku #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #todoroki shouto #wtnv #studio ghibli #midnight #all might #south park #rocky #adventure time #mezo shoji #i'll add more as i think of them

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Let’s Play Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War, Part 30: Man, oh Man, oh Manfroy

Part 29

Welcome back to Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War. Last week, we fought off like six armies all at once, and it was miserable, but on the plus side Hilda died. I think every game would be better if Hilda died. This week, we finish taking her castle and… *sigh* And we regret it, probably. This week, we start off mid-turn, so after moving most of my southern front up north toward the action, I end my turn and let the remainder of Hilda’s dorks take their shot.

… Why couldn’t they have gone down that easy last week, huh?!

Now, on our turn, the enemy is down to four dark mages with staves, and one dark bishop with a siege tome in the castle. I have Fee cut down one of the former…

And have Larcei and Seliph talk about love, because honestly I’m actually in no big hurry to finish this castle.

Larcei: I’m coming with you on this one!

Seliph: Of course you’re welcome to… but why?

Larcei: It’s odd… I’m actually a little scared…

Seliph: Odd indeed! If there’s one thing you’ve never been known for, it’s fear.

Larcei: It’s… I just…

Seliph: Shhh. I understand. Now come! After all, what could ever inspire courage quite like having you at my side.

(… Damn, Seliph, smooth like silk. You win a little more of my respect, bro.)

Larcei: Seliph…

This conversation gives Seliph +1 to his Strength; it was apparently supposed to be +3, but he was actually only one point away from his (oddly low) cap. Apparently Seliph only has a natural 25 strength cap! That seems weird considering his descent from Sigurd the Humungous.

And… sigh. Guess I should kill the stupid boss.

All right. Nothing left but sleep staves, and they can’t really hurt us. I have Fee and Altena purge them.

And now we have the problem dealt with. A little jumping around before I set off the next story segment; I have Finn zapped home, where he repairs and sells his Brave Lance. I’m going to have Fee buy it after we take Freege. Sorry, Finn, but you’re kind of just not holding up; you lasted longer than I expected you too, but despite being decent on offense you’re just kind of fragile. Oifey will also be benched here, I think, he can stay to defend Freege castle after we take it. Thankfully…

… The game is polite enough to tell us where the next part of the chapter will be coming from. So I do spend a turn or two moving the kids up to this gate and ready to rock. Seliph?

Seliph: But I can’t help but wonder… are the children at Belhalla still unharmed? I pray they are…

Lewyn: Funny you should say that!

(That’s not really the appropriate response to dying children.)

Lewyn: We’ve got a visitor who’s got a bit of news on that front, Seliph.

(“I’ve seen… terrible things. Thank the gods I have no sister, for I fear I would never be able to look her in the eyes again.”)

Felipe: On secret orders from His Majesty, the abducted children were moved here to Freege for safe-keeping.

(Orders so secret that we never actually got to see Arvis give them in that whole scene where he was desperately trying to save all the children at Chalphy and failing, being immediately caught, and then getting cowed into submission by a man infinitely less powerful than himself. STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR ARVIS, GAME.)

Felipe: Rest easy, sire. They’re all hiding in the city’s abbey, and they’re all in good health.

Seliph: And all under Hilda’s nose, at that! That you’ve kept every last child safe in Hilda’s own city… color me impressed!

Felipe: Actually, sire… Princess Ishtar deserves your thanks. Without her generous aid given in secret, we could never have done this. No Imperial soldiers dared come even close to the abbey, on pain of the princess’s wrath.

Seliph: Princess Ishtar?! But why… why would she-

Felipe: Few people in this land are as kind and caring as Princess Ishtar.

FEW PEOPLE IN THIS LAND ARE AS KIND AND CARING AS PRINCESS ISHTAR.

YEAH SHE’S A FUCKIN’ TREASURE.

Felipe: All along, the princess has toiled behind the scenes to aid our cause. It was Princess Ishtar herself who ensured that every last child escaped from the bowels of Belhalla.

(“Then… how comes she’s… you know… literally banging the Devil?” “Technically he’s a ghost dragon.”)

Seliph: I see… at any rate, thank the gods for their safety. I’m certain everyone will be glad to know the children are in good hands. You have my deepest thanks, Lord Felipe.

Lewyn: Well, Seliph, that’s one job done. Good to see we’re finally getting results out of this mess.

(Hey, screw you man, I’ve conquered three quarters of the country.)

Seliph: And yet, Julia still eluds us… where could she possibly be?

Lewyn: The only options left now are Belhalla and Velthomer. It’s got to be one of those two.

Seliph: And Belhalla is where Julius awaits…

Lewyn: Yeah. We’ll need to find Julia first if we want to go anywhere near Belhalla. Without Julia’s power on our side, we won’t have a hope in hell against Julius.

(Again, not technically true, but you really should listen to him on this one.)

Seliph: But no matter what’s happened, Julius is still her brother. Will she even want to fight him…

Lewyn: … You’ll have to convince her.

(I mean, you’ve met Julius. It won’t be super hard.)

Ishtar: This will require that I leave your side, even for a while. I beg your forgiveness.

Julius: Feh.

Julius: Why the rush to get out there so suddenly, Ishtar? All the soldiers they could ever throw at us could never so much as scratch me. Why even bother with those maggots?

Ishtar: Yes, I know… but for me, there is no greater pride than being one of Freege’s great mages.

(“Saving all those children? Doesn’t even compare.”)

Ishtar: My parents and brother lie dead, and I cannot stand to leave their murderers to run amok… please. All I ask is a chance for vengeance.

Julius: It sounds as if what you really want is to following your family to death on a rebel’s blade! Are you so desperate to escape me, Ishtar?

Ishtar: No… nothing like that, Lord Julius. I love you. Nothing will ever change that.

Julius: Hmhmhmhmhm… I know.

Julius: Very well! Fight if you must. I won’t stop you.

Ishtar: Thank you… now, I beg your pardon. Meng! Bleg! Mabel! We sortie at once.

(Oh god, we are really scraping the bottom of the name barrel this time. ‘Meng’? ‘Bleg’?)

Julius: Now, then. I think it’s time we put an end to this sorry show. Deadlords, move out! And order Arion’s unit to attack!

(… wait, what?)

So. You may recall I told you to remember this moment.

It was important for two reasons.

First: This is the moment the war becomes winnable. You see, Manfroy is not… really all that into Loptyr. Oh, he worships him, but it’s not really about loyalty so much as sadism. Manfroy hates the world, and every single human being in it. His overall goal in life is nothing more or less than to make humanity suffer as much as possible. But he’s generally pragmatic about it. He knew the best way to hurt humanity was to revive Loptyr, who possesses incredible powers and views humans as little better than food to eat and pets to abuse. This moment, right here, is the moment that Manfroy, flush with overconfidence in the presence of his god on earth and having enjoyed a long decade and a half tormenting the entire continent, finally makes a mistake. He lets his sadism overpower his common sense for the first time. And in so doing, he gives us a real shot.

Second: Because he’s still Manfroy, he’s a total fuckwad about it.

Remember Ayra? Waaaaaaaaay back in Verdane, remember how we recruited Ayra. How we had to get to a castle to turn her non-hostile to us, only she was between the army and the castle and she was trying to kill us the whole time?

Yeah, that’s happening again. Only it’s Julia, our lil’ atomic vampire gatling gun trying to kill us. Of course she’s just as strong as she was when she was on our side, why would you even ask. Oh, and just for fun…

Here’s the map of what we need to achieve. The blue X is where we are. The red X is where we need to get to save Julia. The ravenous piranha is Ishtar’s army, waiting to pounce upon us and tear us limb from bloody limb. And to her right, marked by the douche, is Julius. You don’t have to fight him, and you in fact definitely should not because getting anywhere near him will also draw the Deadlords out to fight you, but of course has a siege tome now and will cheerfully wreck the shit of anyone who gets anywhere near him, therefore heavily limiting the space we have to move.

And of course, Julia will be trying to kill us the whole time, and we can’t fight back and risk killing her.

And hahaha, yeah, Arion will be showing up soon.

This is not going to be any fun, is what I’m getting at here.

First thing’s first, let’s take a look at our piranha.

Ishtar has taken yet another level in badass; her magic has gone up two points, skill by three, luck by 2, defense by eight, and resistance by one. And this time, she’s got an actual army with her instead of fighting us alone; three Snipers, three Heroes, three Sages, three High Priests with Fortify (of course) staves, and of course…. *snerk*…. Bleg, Meng, and Mabel.

They’re three identical Falcon Knights, both in picture and stats, so I’ll only be showing one of them. Despite the intensely crappy names, they honestly three ridiculously dangerous units. They all have Earth Swords, meaning any hit they land is going to heal them, and they’ll be hitting often what with that maxed-out Speed and solid 23 skill. And to make things worse, they all have the Nihil ability to prevent us from just shooting them down with arrows or relying on Astra to solve our problems.

So! This is going to suck. A lot. But thanks to Ced being awesome, there’s an option I can take to make this a lot more manageable. Lana sells her Silence staff, and he buys it…

And with his 35 fucking magic he can overpower Ishtar’s 32 Resistance to Silence her up to three times, basically removing Mjolnir from the equation for this battle. And Mjolnir is like… half of this battle’s equation.

I literally cannot believe I’ve never tried this before. From here, the army moves forward, Seliph leading the way; he’ll be attacked by quite a lot of people here, but he’s a living iron wall of destruction, and the more of these people I can lure away from the main melee, the better. So. End turn!

(*sigh* Must you, now?)

Arion: Chalphy’s fall to our blades shall be the first step to winning back our fatherland. Now, move in! Show these liberators one final defiance from the drackoknights of Thracia!

A solid enough start! We hurt one Falcon Knight, and didn’t take much damage in return. And now that Ishtar is in range…

Oh, that is delicious. Now, my first goal here is to kill at least one of these three annoyingly fast pega-bitches, but I also have to get Altena (and yes it has to be her, of course it has to be her) down to the castle to intercept Arion. I hate everything forever.

One down! Let’s keep this train rolling and clear out some more jerks.

Two out of three ain’t bad!

Okay, I think that’s about all the damage I’m going to get done this turn. And not bad at all, frankly, so I’m happy. I have Lene dance Altena, and warp her home with Lana.

Ignore the pentagram. It’s a good pentagram. Down at the bottom, Altena equips Gae Bolg and flies to just outside Arion’s range. The rest of his buddies don’t matter at all, but I don’t want her to fight him. There’s a reason for this, of course. It’s unsatisfying, but it makes her happy.

The things I do for my kids, I swear.

End turn.

… Huh. They don’t attack her? Or maybe they can’t damage her. I honestly am not sure.

*sniff*

I remember the last time I played this map.

I died five times on this battle alone.

And now it’s going better than the fight against the fucking Beige Knights.

I don’t understand what’s going on.

Altena: How could you be so craven?! How dare you place your vanity and pride over what truly matters!

(You tell him, honey!)

Arion: What do you want from me, then?

(God, don’t ask her that. This LP is not rated Adults Only.)

Altena: Take a good, hard look at Prince Seliph! Ask yourself, this: why is he still fighting? For whom is he out here day after day, setting his own suffering to the side?

Arion: So Seliph fights for justice, and I somehow do not? Is that what you’re trying to say?

(…. YES!)

Altena: Very well, Arion… if you won’t see reason, so be it. Come on. Kill me. End this. My… my life is in your hands. I die with no regrets.

Arion: A-Altena… very well. You can rest easy now. I get it. I was wrong… my mercenary days are at an end, and my final task is with Seliph. Wait… no. With you. I now fight for you, Altena.

Altena: Arion…

Yeah, it would have been neat if you’d done this a few maps ago, jackass, but Arion is on our side now. Or, well, sorta. He doesn’t join the army, but his unit becomes neutral and are programmed to stay close to Altena and be hostile to any Belhalla units that get near them. I know we all sort of wanted to kill him, but he still has Gungnir and I really just didn’t want to risk a screwup when things are going so well. I mean, I’m not even gonna use him. At this point, letting him get near the enemy would likely result in him rushing Julius and dying, which sorta defeats the point. Let’s just end this; time to wipe out the remains of Ishtar’s unit.

And now, a special treat. Since Ishtar can’t fight, we get to see a conversation that even I have never actually seen.

(…. ‘Nothing but kind’.)

(Just sayin’.)

Ishtar: … I may be in the wrong. But I can’t turn back now. Forgive me, Tinni… please….

And thus passes Princess Ishtar of Freege. She died as she lived: getting nuked by her cousins. And without her leadership stars…

All right. Now, the rest of the army is going to stay right where they fucking are. Julia cannot be trusted to not kill herself, or more troublesome to not kill me. The only people going forward are Seliph and Ares, who are going to go north across the forest, out of Julius’s range, and try to lure Julia into following them. Their resistance is tremendous, and they’re both on horses. Ideally she’ll try to kill them, fail, and be following them and unable to catch up until I can free her. This will take a few turns of nothing but movement because I will not be going anywhere near Julius.

Trust me.

She seeeeeeeeeees uuuuuuuuuuussssss…

Okay. There’s two things that could happen here. She’s either going to go east and cut us off, in which case we’ll be dodging vampire lasers the rest of the map, or she’s going to go north through the forest and we basically win the game. Let’s see!

…. Bitch. Okay, straight west you guys! Hide on the healing church, you beautiful bastards. God, haven’t used one of those in awhile, with those fifty healers in the army lining up to zap everyone with staves.

Dammit, Loptyrians, I am trying to flee in terror from a small woman.

Okay. We can do this. Ares heals up, and all we have to do is clear out those priests and kill Manfroy. Go get ‘em, boys!

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Are you fucking kidding me.

Of all the.

That.

You.

HOW.

What the!

NO.

………………

Well. You know all those times when I was questioning my good fortune? The moments where I was like ‘oh, man, I don’t trust how generous the game is being, bet it’s gonna screw me later!’ Well, that just happened.

*sigh*

End turn. If I survive this, I will be genuinely stunned.

Oh hey it’s as though the Hel tome is really easy to dodge and you should have dodged it all along. But here we go…

(How do you know that’s Manfroy? You’ve never met him…)

Manfroy: So I did. And so long as I live, my puppet she shall remain! Hehehehehe! She’s every bit as helpless before my magic as her mother was…

Seliph: I should have known. If not for you, Mother… Gah! All of this misery… all these agonizing years… It was all your doing from the outset!

Manfroy: Heh… of course. Everything I’ve done has led to this moment: the revival of my lord Loptyr. And at last, it is so! Loptyr’s advent in the form of Prince Julius is complete, and darkness shall soon engulf the world. You cannot prevent it. Nobody can…

Seliph: Manfroy, you… Father’s grief… Mother’s despair… if not for you and your foul ambitions, none of this would have ever happened… Damn you, Manfroy! I cannot allow you to win! I will not! You’ll NEVER know mercy for your crimes!

Yeah, not the dramatic win I was hoping for after that great speech. But I guess I saw that coming. Reset! I start off a little differently; Seliph and Ares park themselves on trees. With the 20% dodge bonus, they should have no chance of being hit by Hel, and very little of being hit by Julia. We need to clear out these Dark Mages before we go for Manfroy.

Better! This repeats for all of them; one actually dies because they’re forced to attack at close-range thanks to being blocked off by their own buddies, which is great.

Yeah, yeah.

He only does one damage. Seliph could have survived him with no problem in any other situation. I hate this game sometimes. On our turn, I have Ares and Seliph each clear out a mage…

Then immediately go hide in the woods again. I am playing this as cautious as humanly possible, honestly. Better to spend three turns killing mages than let the reset counter jump up above the number of updates.

The enemy misses again on their turn, because they literally can’t not miss. Two more deaths…

All right! That’s that for dark mages. On the next turn, Ares is going to park his butt on the healing church forever, and Seliph goes to fight Manfroy.

You stay out of this.

Now then. It’s time. It’s time to face Manfroy himself. In direct combat. The enemy behind it all! The dark schemer who has given over our kingdom to the dark god. And he…

Is a loser. I mean, he’s not the worst enemy in the game. He’s okay. But he’s definitely no match for Arvis, or Ishtar, or… anyone with a holy weapon, really. Which fits, really; his danger is his skill and intellect, not his power. But considering he’s basically the final boss, it’s a little sad, still.

Seliph. Teach him some manners, bro.

And with two shots, he’s down to six HP. End turn.

I miss the days when I was the one with the Julia Beams.

*sniff*

God. That is just cathartic to do. Now. With Manfroy off to Hell, where I’m assuming he will meet Hilda and strike up a whirlwind love affair, Seliph can take the castle.

Lewyn: That’s right, isn’t it Felipe?

Felipe: My liege concealed the key within his most treasured memento…. The circlet once worn by Empress Deirdre.

(HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!)

Felipe: If we can find that circlet, sir, the Book of Naga is yours.

Lewyn: Deirdre’s circlet…

And that’s that! Ares runs toward the castle, with intent to lure Julia toward us. Of course she’s still hostile, why are you even asking? She has to talk to Seliph to get back to our side. Tee-hee, Fire Emblem hates you.

God, you are just like your mother. Seliph, go fix this please.

Seliph: It was Manfroy’s dark arts. He brainwashed you into his service.

Julia: Manfroy… that’s right, he caught me…

Seliph: Thank goodness you’re safe.

Julia: Lord Seliph, I…

Seliph: It’s fine, Julia. I know. Lewyn told me everything. I’m sorry… I failed to protect you.

Julia: No… it’s fine. Don’t worry, Seliph. I finally know why I’ve survived for all these years. I know my fate… I’m fated to fight. I’ll never run away again!

Seliph: You’re right… This is the will of fate, tragic as it is. None can afford to cower or flee now. Until the bitter end, we must march on.

And with that, Julia rejoins the team. She’s just as strong as ever, barring one fact; she’s picked up Deirdre’s circlet, adding Renewal and Miracle to her list of abilities, which is a heck of an upgrade.

But not as good as the one she gets from reaching Velthomer.

Lewyn: It worked… it really worked! And there it is, the Book of Naga! It’s yours for the taking, Julia!

Julia: … Oh! How strange… it feels so warm. It’s almost as if I’ve known this book all my life…

And now, the game is over. See, here’s the thing… Julius is just as dangerous as before, if not slightly moreso. His stats are slightly lower than his first appearance where you are very clearly not meant to fight him, but he still has Loptyr’s game-breaking effect, and his ability list is now Wrath, Pursuit, Nihil, and Accost. So he can double most of our army, null critical hits and combat abilities, and gets a huge critical boost when his health drops below half. And of course, he’s on a castle and gets the defense bonus and health regeneration that gives. Basically, he’s borderline invincible. The only real option if you lose Julia is to have Seliph fight him, and poor Seliph can only do about 15 damage per turn (if he hits) some of which will then be healed. While getting blasted in the face repeatedly, so you’ll need to get someone in to heal him between rounds, and they’ll very probably die to having Meteors dropped on their head unless you’re very lucky. And then there’s the Deadlords, who are just a pain.

But if you do have Julia…

Yeah.

YEEEEEEEEEAH.

Naga is the best weapon in the game. +20 each to Skill, Speed, Defense, and Resistance, instantly turns Julia into a hyper-fast, hyper-accurate, hyper-durable killing machine. And as a light magic tome, it has no disadvantage to any kind of weapon. And, of course, it negates Loptyr’s half-damage effect. Your reward for the most annoying recruitment in the game is the weapon that ends the game. Big time.

So.

It’s time to lay back and let Big J play us out, I think. I have her do the Arena, just for old times sake. Nothing even touches her.

Julia: Seven wins, gained two levels. +2 HP, +1 Speed.

About as good as can be expected at this point, honestly. And it…. Doesn’t really matter, you know? She heads to Belhalla, and Julius has no chance to hit her with Meteor, so he doesn’t even try. The Twelve Deadlords rush up to meet her, of course…

They’re going to regret this. The Deadlords are named for the animals of the Chinese Zodiac, and each one has a different class and some very good weapons and abilities. They’re a dangerous group! Usually.

One down, eleven to go. End turn.

And then there were nine.

Sorry, seven.

Six of one, half-dozen of the other.

Fun fact, ‘Lepus’ means ‘Rabbit’. And ‘Dead’.

Well I’ll be! Someone landed a hit! Too bad Julia did too. Four to go.

I’m so bad at counting! It’s actually three. Congrats to Equus the Bishop on surviving a round with The Julinator. But with that, none of the remaining Deadlords will actually take a shot at Julia anymore, so I’m just going to ignore them. It’s time for a family reunion.

(He isn’t wrong.)

Yes, that was a single round of combat. Julius procced his Accost skill and made the fight last an extra round. This… was not helpful to him.

Julius vanishes, the spirit of the dragon arising from the castle as the entire map shakes…

But it’s just bluster. Naga’s power has destroyed Loptyr’s vessel, and with its bloodline finally ended the dragon’s grip on this world is gone. Loptyr returns to whatever void it came from, and with the power that animated them gone, the few surviving Deadlords vanish.

I’m going to cut out here, but no sense waiting a week, huh? So see you tomorrow for the epilogue, kids. I think we earned it.

Final Reset Total: 30. Y... yay.

Epilogue

#Let's Play #let's play fire emblem IV #let's play fire emblem #Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War #fire emblem #fire emblem 4 #my writing #lp #long post

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cromulentbookreview · 6 years ago

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Quoth the Raven

Hee.

Uh, and by that I mean: The Ravens Tale by Cat Winters! ‘

Can you imagine how awful it’d be if your creative muse took the form of an actual human who followed you around, that other people could see? If that were the case, two of my muses would probably take the forms of Malcolm Tucker and Kimmy Schmidt. They’d be constantly fighting one another while the third muse, Mr. Spock, stands by with a raised eyebrow, just saying “fascinating” over and over again.

The others, of course, would be a badass gospel choir singing about Hercules.

I promise my ramblings about personified muses will become relevant at some point.

I’m a bit of a Poe freak. A Poevian? Poe-head? Do Poe fans have a fan cult nickname? (I’ll have to ask the Poe museum...). Anyway, Poe was, and is, my favorite American writer. Nathaniel Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau and Herman Melville can eat dicks, because Poe is the best. Though I do like some of Hawthorne’s stuff. Melville was OK, too. Thoreau can go eat dicks and pay his fucking taxes.

Goddamn Frogpondians...

(The Gif above is an accurate representation of how Poe treated the transcendentalists in his criticisms. Also a reason why you should watch Altered Carbon. Season 2 better have more Poe, damn it!)

Anyway, I’d always had a love for Poe and his works ever since I was very young, the reason being the first ever Treehouse of Horror. I was just a wee little beeb when that episode premiered, but I was raised on The Simpsons and on Simpsons reruns. Their 1990 adaptation of The Raven, narrated by none other than the amazing James Earl Jones (!!!!), stuck with me throughout my childhood. In fact, I’ve got the whole of The Raven memorized probably because I’ve seen that Treehouse of Horror so many times. Also I read The Raven a bunch, too.

Also, I, too, hated the transcendentalists. Transcendentalism = the worst.

Plus, there’s just something so very relatable to me about the author who writes things that people enjoy but is unfairly maligned by the literary establishment and who has vicious, untrue rumors spread about him that people actually believed. I mean, that never happened to me or anything…

Anyway - for some reason, people still believe a lot of the bullshit spread about Poe both during his lifetime and after his death. (Word of advice, don’t let your bitter enemy be your literary executor). Poe was not an opium addict or a drug addict of any kind, or a crazy-ass drunk. Though he did drink a bit. He did marry his 13-year-old first cousin when he was 26, but no one knows the exact details of the nature of that relationship. He was kind of a dick, though, that much is definitely true. I mean, once you’ve read one, or two, or eight different Poe biographies, you start to figure that yeah, he could be a bit of an asshole. I can be a bit of an asshole, too, so I figure when I die, Poe and I can hang out and be assholes together. Also, lob insults at Thoreau.

Basically, fuck yeah Edgar Allan Poe. God, I spent so many hours of my college life picking The Masque of the Red Death apart instead of, you know, having friends. Or a life. Also, Poe invented the whole detective genre. Seriously, we wouldn’t have Sherlock Holmes and all the great detectives who came after without the stories of Auguste Dupin.

Just don’t mention the orangutan.

Anyway! The Raven’s Tale!

Since he’s such a huge figure in American literature, there’s plenty of fiction about Poe. But pretty much all fictional portrayals of Poe depict him as an adult. There’s virtually nothing about his youth - and Poe’s youth was absolutely fascinating. His parents were actors: his father ran off, then his mom died, leaving Edgar, his older brother Henry and younger sister Rosalie, orphans. The three were split up: Henry went to his grandparents, Rosalie was taken in by the Mackenzie family, while Edgar went to live with the wealthy Allan family of Richmond, Virginia. The Allans never formally adopted him, but he got their name anyway. The Allans took Edgar along with them to England, where he went to boarding school for a while before they went back to Richmond. Poe was very much a poor kid among the superrich - there was no forgetting that he wasn’t an Allan, but the child of, euch, actors. In the 19th century, you have to spit the word “actor.” Everybody loved seeing plays, but actors were massive slutwhores not worthy of being around decent people. In his youth, Poe was quite the athlete (he swam six miles in the James River without stopping once. I, meanwhile, don’t believe in swimming, because if humans were meant to swim, we would have been born with gills and an ability to breathe water). In October of 1824, Poe even got to meet the Marquis de Lafayette during Lafayette’s Grand Tour of the US. Also, he hated John Allan, who was the worst.

All of that is primo YA Fic material. So how come nobody's used it? I’ve read plenty of not-so-great novels about Poe as an adult, where’s the fun YA origin story? So, needless to say, I was so very, very, very pumped when I learned of the existence of The Raven’s Tale. A novel about young Poe? By a fellow Oregonian? Oh hell yes.

Cat Winters seriously did her research, and as a future librarian/someone with a MLIS, I 1000% appreciate anyone who does their research. In the world of The Raven’s Tale, an artist’s muse can take a visible form (I promised it’d be relevant, didn’t I?!), but Poe’s muse, when she appears, isn’t exactly normal: she’s dressed in mourning, looks like a victim of the 1811 Richmond Theater Fire and wears a necklace made of teeth. Not the best muse for a kid who is just trying to survive one last week under his awful foster father’s roof before he can escape to the University of Virginia. John Allan, who is seriously the worst, has demanded that Poe suppress his urge to write poetry, because art = bad, money = good. If Allan catches Edgar writing, Allan will yank him out of the University of Virginia and force him to work for the family tobacco company. As much as Poe hates John Allan, he loves his foster mother, Frances, currently super sick and frail. Frances just wants Edgar and John Allan to get along, so, as you can imagine, the teenage Poe is currently stuck between forcing himself to be civil to his shitty foster father for his foster mom’s sake, and his desire to write. So when Poe’s macabre muse - who he, of course, names Lenore - appears in his room in human form and demands that Poe let people see her, he has to choose - embrace his muse and sacrifice his future, or abandon his muse and obey John Allan.

I was so hyped by the mere thought of The Raven’s Tale that I was afraid I’d end up in one of those situations where your expectations for something were so high that, no matter how good the final product is, you’re still disappointed. Yeah, that didn’t happen here. With her eerie, surreal writing style combined with meticulous research, Winters has created a story that is both a captivating Gothic tale and a fantastic tribute to a great American author. Winters perfectly captured Poe’s teenage angst and anxiety in a way that felt both accurate and real. Anyone who has ever been a poor kid among the rich, or who has ever struggled to pay for college will find Poe’s struggles at the University of Virginia all too real. His struggles with his school fees in 1826 will make anyone in 2018 who has gone to college cringe.

To make a very, very long story short: The Raven’s Tale was everything the Poe nerd in me wanted. I cannot wait for this book to come out - hopefully it will inspire more people, especially young people, to study Poe.

Hopefully today’s young people won’t have to threaten to complain to the department head to get their American Lit professor to include Poe in the curriculum the way I did. It worked and I have no regrets.

Thank you, and bravo, Ms. Winters, fellow Oregonian and Poe Nerd (Poevian? Poe-head? The Poe museum never responded to my tweet). This book made the lit geek in me very, very happy.

RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone who has ever enjoyed anything by Edgar Allan Poe

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Frogpondians

RATING: 5/5

TOTALLY UNBIASED POE FANGIRL RATING: 5,000,000,000,000,000/5

RAVEN RATING

SOMEONE ON THE SIMPSONS STAFF IS A POE FAN:

#the raven's tale #cat winters #edgar allan poe #the raven #lost lenore #muses #gothic #young adult historical fiction #young adult fantasy #young adult gothic #book review #best books 2019 #lenore #poe #the simpsons #treehouse of horror #masque of the red death #transcendentalism #transcendentalism is the worst

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darkstrangevirgilanxiboi · 7 years ago

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Shit I Pulled In Trade School

I went to Jobcorps ( a government funded trade school operation ) for about a year and while most of my school related stuff was boring , the free time sure wasn't ( and class could be exciting too ) I was a rebellious 19 year old , away from home for the first time and I went in ready to cause ruckus I think I succeeded I'm quite proud of the shit I pulled in trade school as a mere office administration student ~ First off you need to know they grouped students here based on the enrollment day so I had about 15 other kids in my class , and they called these our " orientation groups " . We nicknamed each other " Oreos " and stuck together like a frightened band of Hobbits on their first quest . I still talk to most of my Jobcorps class , they're great people. Anyway , onward to the mayhem! - On the first day of school , I managed to convince THREE staff members I only spoke Lithuanian, despite only knowing like three words of that language . Kept the joke running until I graduated and only then did I tell them I spoke perfect English ( they assumed I had learned it there ) - Got my high school diploma while I was there-( a special program they offered for students without one ) and managed to complete a year's worth of unfinished English assignments in a day ( it was just this super long test but I passed it in like five minutes, the teacher was convinced I was a genius ) -Quickly gained the nickname " Nyx" for both my dark fury and my obsession with dark and creepy things , plus I love Greek myths so.... - Started an underground food store because the campus was overpriced as fuck , and made BANK on ramen noodles. - Became the most popular girl in the dorm because I always had food and was willing to trade it for things like money or favours or clothes " Hey Aubrey , you got any food?" " Bitch yeah" " Gimme some then " " You gotta pay me for it " " What? RUDE" " I didn't spend my money on food just to give it away to someone I don't even like " " BITCH-" " You want food or not Samantha? " " -sighs- will you take a shirt? I got a shirt your size I never wear " "Sure ! Here's your food , get my shirt " - Got nicknamed " Top Badass " in my dorm because I stood up to our dorm manager and successfully smuggled in contraband under her nose ( we weren't allowed to keep food in our dorm rooms , I did it anyway and never got caught because I perfected the innocent act ) - Had an impromptu production of Harry Potter and made it into a long dramatic musical ( not A Very Potter Musical ,nothing could top that ) and didn't get in trouble because I got the top students into it , and I got to play a very flirtatious Sirius Black ( wish it had been filmed , it was glorious) - Found out they were cancelling the art program so I raided the art studio in secret ( I volunteered at the rec hall no one suspected me ) and made off with a bunch of art stuff AND National Geographics ( the art teacher collected them before she was fired ) - Somehow bullshitted my way into the top brass of students , what the staff called " Gold Students ", and thus got to go on free field trips and special events weekly and got to go to dinner early - Briefly became the underground art teacher , and taught a bunch of stressed young adults how to draw their feelings -Got a cheating boyfriend of mine kicked out , and he'd given me half his stuff the weekend before so I got to keep it because he never came back for it and the school just kinda went " well he DID give it to you so " - Slept in the art studio a few times and never got caught - Secretly set the dorm managers directv account to record " Desperate Housewives " because she looked like one of them - Wrote DC universe fan fiction in class and wasn't bothered by the teacher because I was at least doing my work on the side - Answered questions with questions " What are you doing?" " What are any of us doing ? What can we do ? We're stuck on this rock in space , I'm doing my best to forget? " " Are you aware that you're not allowed to DO that?" " What is awareness? How do we decide that? And rules are arbitrary things , we create them but without us to enforce them nothing changes, what is the point? " - Hid an entire collection of dvds and movies that I wasn't supposed to have ( we weren't allowed personal media) and managed to sneak them into the rec hall so we could watch them - Enthralled my entire office administration class with conspiracy theories and unsolved mysteries, the favorite one being the Dyatlov Pass incident ( Google it , it's wild) and then the teachers got in on it - Made joking plans with a friend of mine to form a chicken restaurant called simply " Cocks " , have it look like a strip joint outside , and then be a chicken place inside , with a plethora of chicken items on the menu. All the waiters are ripped male models , wearing only tight latex pants and bowties. Their latex pants have their names on the legs . There's a strict 'full-homo " warning at the door , but this is a ruse , only a few waiters are gay . The full spectrum of sexualities is covered, with one obligatory straight guy . All the sauces are referred to as special sauce in a seductive tone . If you don't refer to chicken as cock the waiter will pretend not to hear you . " Can I get a chicken marinara bowl" " I'm sorry?" " -sighs- can I get a Cock marinara bowl?" Waiter jokingly looks at his crotch region " I guess I can put it in a bowl " The waiters are encouraged to put tip money in their waistbands The rudest customers get challenged to a throw down called a Cock Show. You have to fight all the waiters in order for us not to call the cops. Nobody ever beats Duncan. A fun family friendly no bullshit taking restaurant, that is the neighborhood bane Anyway that's a few fun tales, I have more though

#trade school stories #funny

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kkrazy256 · 7 years ago

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Transformers The Last Knight spoiler thoughts

Here are my notes for the movie. I have to go back soon to watch it again for technical details/film minor purposes. But these are my super unprofessional opinions. Mostly me screaming about my robot children.

Enjoy? :’D

-entire beginning (the random kids, Izabella and Mark’s appearance) was a bit weak. Starting in medias res without explaining.

- Though watching Bee drag Santiago’s ass around while he was shrieking was A+

- Hyped up Izabella yet after first part of movie, she was barely in it. Moner’s an amazing actress, she’s gonna go places. I hope to see her around some more. She’s adorable, I get slight TFP Miko feels from her, sneaky child (especially towards the end when she sneaks aboard and is like yeah idk how I got here lol)

- Sqweeks the new BB8, a good child.

- nice team Prime exposition in the junkyard. I wish there was more of this type of interaction , showing that the robots are more than just bloodthirsty walking metal.

- Man the fucking tension between BB and Crosshairs, just rolling around in the dust, fucking make out already.

- Drift is my temperamental son and I love him.

- Baby dinobots are literal puppies and Cade sorta just adopted a ragtag team of jittery orphans and I’m emotional.

-STARSCREAM MY DARLING *SOBS*

- BUDLIGHT HARHAR

- nice Tessa and Cade family moment

- Hound is mah boi, a gentle giant

- Military is like “that voice…it’s Megatron” but this is Welker’s first time voicing Megatron (not counting Galvatron) so XD but yes to Frank Welker finally getting the job as Megatron.

- wtf is megatron doing, did they really give back a few criminal decepticons for two CIA agents. Him on his throne was YES. The lawyer scene was pretty funny. But they don’t explain how he turned from galvatron to megatron again. When did he contact Quintessa?

- DECEPTICON SQUADDD GOOD SHIT GOALS

- My treacherous friend- GOD DAMN Megatron should’ve kept starscream’s head and just had fun commentary all throughout the movie. Imagine tho ((SHIT WHAT WOULD STARSCREAM DO…FUCK UP THAT’S WHAT… STORECREAM THIS IS YOUR FAULT OH WAIT YOU DEAD…SCRIMSCRAM YOURE USELESS))

- DRIFT’S ALT MODE IS FUCKING GORGEOUS LORD HAVE MERCY

- Cogman is already badass, rip Crosshair’s fingers.

- It felt like two separate movies the moment Cade left for London. The joys of Bayverse script quality

- Anthony Hopkins sure travels fast

- they totally put Simmons in for the hell of it, he wasn’t necessarily needed. But who cares Easter eggs, it’s been a while buddy, how’ve you been.

-UNICRON??? OHHHHHHHHHH

- Vivian’s clothes and boyfriend problems, enough with the forced romance already. At least her mother and gaggle of old ladies wouldn’t have minded if she chose a girlfriend apparently? Wow wouldn’t that have been nice. She’s going to date that one cute gal on her polo game team and Cade’s saving himself for OP CLEARLY

- The watch that killed Hitler - international treasure

- is that an Aston Martin?? all of Anthony Hopkins cars made me super fucking jealous. That was pure car porn and I loved it

- Cogman is MVP

- MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY

- Optimus got turned real quick. He has less screentime than Megatron rip my father- almost every moment of him and Quintessa was already in the trailer. And they kept pushing his storyline aside in favor of the humans like honey no. Show me more conflict and torture on his side, so there’s progression in him being “brainwashed”, that seemed almost too easy, it’s insulting. Quintessa got so little screentime, it made her seem less intimidating.

- She slapped the evil red paint into him hell yeah. Clearly she did the same to Megatron. I wanted to see that lmao. Why the hell was megatron working for her in the first place. How do you have so much shit happen yet give us nothing

- Wait so…does Cybertron have rocket boosters how is it moving towards Earth so fast…cool

- they under used all the robot characters, pushing so much history and exposition on the audience through human perspective when they had a plethora of robot characters that could’ve explained their past. So much potential but no steps are taken. Like Bee was around WWII but he doesn’t say anything when they’re discussing it like hello? Could’ve used Hot Rod better too. He’s a good boy, let him do more.

- drift and crosshairs have basically no role towards the end except to play pilot and they’re barely on screen even then. Whyyyy. They shined the most during the junkyard scene in the beginning.

- Andd we have to watch Vivian stare at Cade’s nipnops for a full minute and listen to cringe-y forced romance

- Cogman I love you. He ain’t having none of Cade and Vivian’s romance bullshit. I want him to be my sushi chef.

- Its like the TRF can’t fucking decide what their goal is. They’re too afraid to shoot Cade. Half the time they’re the “bad guys” half the time they just go along with what’s happening with a huge question mark on their face. No real explanation on why Lennox and Epps are there.

- Nemeis Optimus doesn’t even sound that different from regular Optimus lmaoo, it’s just rah I will kill you all!! Just a regular old day in the life of bayverse OP. *Puts on sunglasses* just chill, sit down, relax, stop screaming.

- Puts staff in boobs subspace. TIT POCKETS GOOD SHIT

- Wow Optimus snapped out of it real quick. But his scene with bumblebee was one of the most heart warming in this movie. Bee’s voice asdfghjkl;

- I am your oldest friend, BITCH YOU HIS SON

- Every time he said nemesis prime, I cringed and laughed

- WOW Megatron stole the staff from OP’s TITS

- Optimus getting his ass kicked by the knights and megatron was the highlight of my day. He’s so small compared to them and just fuck yeah my sadistic needs

- yes he stabbed/ripped a face again, we need to talk about your face ripping fetish

- OPTIMUS RUNNING HOLY SHIT LOL I WANT THAT GIF'ED I WANT ALL THE ROBOT RUNNING TO BE IMMORTALIZED

- Megatron uses HEADBUTT. Effectiveness? To be determined.

- megatron is once again playing secondary villain, interacts with Prime for a total of thirty seconds before blasting off again. Wow nice seeing these two ex husbands interact 30 seconds out of a three hour movie wow. You know what they could’ve done? Shown more of Quintessa Optimus and Megatron interaction like how would Megs and Op treat each other when they thought they were on the same side like WOW THAT WOULDVE BEEN COOL YKNOW

- When will Megatron get to be the main villain again. Let the old man be dramatic.

- SAY HELLO TO MY FRIEND BUMBLEBEE. HAH. SAY HELLO TO MY SON BUMBLEBEE. This is the corny shit i come to see!!

- quintessa also went down real quick but she’s got some cool shit planned. She’s Asian!!?? I love her she’s beautiful.

- So there was less action/explosions this movie. Most of it came from the humans/car chases and their poor Ospreys getting murdered. There was really only the decepticons squad attack and the final battle which I felt was pretty underwhelming compared to the usually drawn out fights in the other four movies. Don’t know if this was a plus or a negative.

- every time they mentioned unicron I was screaming.

- now Unicron and Primus are literal neighbors hey wassup this will only end well.

- it was a shit show from beginning to end but a decent blockbuster mind numbing experience I guess. Did I enjoy it tho? The first time I watched it, I was in the moment. The second time? Oh my god did it fucking suck so hard. The story-telling was absolutely terrible and inconsistent.

- they gave me 3D glasses but there was barely a difference from watching without. I watched it without the glasses. Waste of an extra 10 bucks.

- I need to be more professional in note taking OTL

Final Movie Rankings

1. Transformers 1

2. Dark of the Moon

3. Age of Extinction

4. The Last Knight

5. Revenge of the Fallen

#transformers #tf5 #transformers the last knight #tf5: tlk #bayverse #long post

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lalainajanes · 8 years ago

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Yes!! How about one where Klaus introduces Caroline to Hope for the first time. Or a Hayley and Caroline bonding one and Klaus being creeped out about it lol! :)

This prompt was from when I asked for mini ones two weeks ago.It works for klarolineinfinity so I thought I’d finish it up! I *think* it was a reply and not an ask but it’s not in my notifications anymore and I’m sorry but I forgot to copy the prompter with the prompt! Warning: borrows HEAVILY from the various spoilers floating around so don’t read it you don’t know them!

Friends and Enemies

Caroline’s only half paying attention to the contract in front of her – she and this witch have been going back and forth over her employment terms for weeks but it looks like they’ve finally come to an agreement – her hearing carefully tuned to what’s going on around her. The twins are sprawled on a rug with Hope, deep in an intense game of Candyland (the Disney Princess edition). Josie tends to ascribe to a win at all costs mentality and has been known to be a little underhanded. Caroline might be able to relate (anyone who’s ever played a board game with her knows she’s a pro at trash talk) but she’s trying to encourage a little sportsmanship.

If only because tiny tempers sometimes boiled over and became big magical accidents. Hope was a sweet kid but new to the whole socialization thing. Plus, none of her relatives were what could even charitably be called even tempered (save perhaps Freya – Klaus had explained the sister popping up from the dead but Caroline had only met her once in passing) or well-adjusted so the fact that Hope even tried to rein herself in was something of a miracle.

Nevertheless, the three of them had all sorts of power at their disposal and Caroline would rather not have her office bear the brunt of the damage they’d cause if a squabble escalated. Not when it had taken months to get everything renovated and just how she liked it.

The furnishings for the office wing had all come with the property and considering the property was Klaus’ Caroline was sure the rug cost a pretty penny. The hardwood floors of her office were also original, and gorgeous once they’d been painstakingly restored, singeing them would be a crime.

She’s also listening because she’s expecting Klaus to show up any sometime soon. She’s got a pencil shoved into her hair, keeping it off her face, and that’s not a look she wants him to see. She’d treated herself to a wardrobe upgrade when they’d first moved to New Orleans rationalizing that a move to a big city, finally, was the perfect occasion to update her style a little. Alaric had raised an eyebrow at the pile of bags he’d watched her unload from the car but thankfully had kept his mouth shut. She’d had a rationale all prepared – the climate was different – but she’d been glad it hadn’t been necessary. Alaric could read her alarmingly well these days and she had no desire to examine the reasons why she’d been determined to look her best.

They’d slapped her in the face easily enough on the first day of the term in September.

Because while Klaus hadn’t commented on her attire either the frank appreciation in his eyes as he’d taken in her sleek grey dress and black leather pumps that first morning had said volumes.

The answering twinge of satisfaction she’d felt had let Caroline know that all the claims she’d made about not wanting to consider a romantic relationship right now, that she was far too busy and still getting used to a whole new life to open up that can of worms, might have been more bluster than truth.

Klaus hadn’t pressed the issue, not overtly anyway. But Hope staying behind, in Caroline’s care, for an hour or two after school let out was not uncommon. She was unsure of how much of the urgent business Klaus claimed to have was legitimate because he seemed to have no problem lingering over the dinner he usually brought with him (Caroline was pretty sure he was systematically making his way through the best restaurants in New Orleans and that he was probably compelling or bribing some of them into providing kid friendly options).

He’d promised her food was one of New Orleans’ best attributes, once upon a time, and he was certainly not wrong about that.

She perks up when she hears footsteps, but only for a moment before she grows wary.

That’s not Klaus’ tread, it’s lighter and not as smooth, not belonging to any of Caroline’s few friends and acquaintances. She pushes away from her desk, palming her silver letter opener as she rounds it, to stand between the door and the girls. The building’s the school operates on are all spelled. Each of the nine local covens had contributed and Caroline had asked Bonnie to do so as well on one of her visits.

Turns out that knowing an all powerful badass witch who could pop between dimensions was super handy.

Someone with bad intentions shouldn’t make it very far but Caroline knew that magic was rarely foolproof, and she’d been burned before. She keeps her posture relaxed so she doesn’t alarm the kids (Lizzie’s remarkably empathetic) but eyes the door suspiciously.

She’s gotten her hands dirty to protect the girls before. She’d do it again in a heartbeat.

There’s a brief knock before the door turns and Caroline’s momentarily relieved at the familiar head that pops through the door.

Only momentarily.

Caroline was a master grudge holder and Hayley Marshall wasn’t currently one of her favorite people. Caroline could grudgingly admit that it seemed as if she’d do anything for Hope, and she’d heard a few brief stories that made it seem like Hayley’s life post Mystic Falls hadn’t been a cake walk, but Caroline remains guarded.

A snapped neck and betrayal will do that to a girl.

Still, she could be polite. It was technically her job. She pastes on a smile and shifts to the side, tossing the letter opener back on the desk. Hayley watches her de-arm with a raised eyebrow, and maybe a brief flash of respect. “Hey, I guess you’re on pickup duty?”

The girls have barely glanced up, to intent on their game.

Hayley takes a tentative step further in, “Yeah, Elijah texted me. He and Klaus are trying to collect Kol but not having a ton of luck. I’m not sure about the details but I’m sure Klaus will fill you in. You guys have to talk about something when you have your casual dinners, right? I’m supposed to, ‘Convey Niklaus’ deepest apologies for his tardiness and thank Ms. Forbes for her understanding.’”

Caroline blinks for a moment, finds she wants to smile a bit at Hayley’s deeply pompous inflection, “Uh, okay.”

“I’m sure Klaus will make it up to you,” Hayley says, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

Yeah, Caroline was so not willing to go there. She missed quality girl talk but not that badly. “Well, he gave me a house to run the school in so I figure I’m the one who owes him.”

Hayley’s snort is incredulous, “Oh, please. He would have given you ten houses to get you here. He was pissy that you insisted on fixing up the outbuildings and living on the grounds instead of somewhere nicer. Was a real bitch to live with that week, let me tell you.”

They hear a tiny gasp and Caroline glances behind them. Lizzie and Josie are looking a little wide eyed. Hayley looks chagrined, “Whoops, sorry. Language.”

Caroline waves that away, “Don’t worry about it.”

Hope’s bounced up to her feet, “Mom, hi!”

Hayley runs a hand through Hope’s hair, her face softening, “Get your things, okay?”

Lizzie and Josie help and soon Hope’s got her schoolbooks crammed into her backpack, shoes and jacket on. They’re just beginning to say their goodbyes (drawn out since it was a weekend, basically forever to a pair of 5 year olds and a 7 year old) when Caroline hears the familiar noise that Bonnie makes when she propels herself through dimensions. It’s sort of a weird cracking, and while Caroline’s used to it, welcomes it even, Hayley goes rigid, shoving Hope behind her, her fangs dropping. Caroline throws herself in front of Hayley before she can think to lunge – Bonnie can take care of herself but Caroline doesn’t want to clean up blood any more than she wants to deal with fire. “It’s fine!” she rushes out, shoving Hayley back slightly. “You remember my friend Bonnie, right? She poofs in sometimes. It’s a long story.”

“Poofs?” Hayley asks, still eyeing Bonnie like she’s a threat. “Since when do witches poof?”

“She’s not just a witch. Not anymore. It’s complicated but she’s kind of like the devil? Only nice. Well, nice-ish.

“Thanks, Care,” Bonnie says dryly.

Caroline ignores her, “And she doesn’t eat souls. She brings them to her happy little paradise place totally toll free.”

“Are you high?”

Caroline huffs out an offended breath, “Yeah, I get high in front of my children. That’s how I roll. Doesn’t Klaus tell you anything?”

Hayley shrugs, “We don’t do heart to hearts.”

Hope peeks out from behind Hayley’s back, makes an annoyed face when she doesn’t get far before Hayley blocks her, “It’s true, Mom. Miss Bennett teaches us sometimes.”

Josie and Lizzie have wandered over and wrapped themselves around Bonnie’s legs, “Yeah, Aunt Bon’s the best,” Lizzie tells Hayley.

“You can ask Klaus,” Caroline tells her. “Seriously. I’ve explained how everything went down.”

“Have you?” Bonnie asks, sounding speculative, “What happened to, ‘I’m not moving to New Orleans for Klaus?’ Have you been taking long walks in the woods? Discussing the best methods of tree removal, maybe?”

Caroline glares, the innuendo not lost on her even if it probably is on everyone else in the room. She’d gotten a little drunk and a lot overshare-y once and Bonnie had never let her forget it. She waves her hands, nods over to her paper strewn desk, “Um, hello. Look around. I do plenty here. Wrangling three dozen kids of various supernatural backgrounds and half a dozen staff isn’t easy, FYI.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Hayley interjects slyly, “You work very hard. Must be why Klaus takes it upon himself to bring you dinner every night.”

“It’s not every night,” Caroline denies, wincing as her voice rises in pitch. That wasn’t going to make them believe her.

Hayley glances over at Bonnie, “She won’t agree to anything else. Klaus thinks he’s being sneaky.”

Bonnie’s eyebrows have steadily crept up and Caroline knows she’s got some explaining to do. Ugh, good thing it was Alaric’s weekend to have the girls. She’d totally need booze to withstand this interrogation. “Thanks so much, Hayley,” Caroline manages, her tone dripping with faux sweetness, “for all your help.”

Hayley seems unbothered. “No problem. Klaus usually goes to the bar on Fridays, in case you were wondering. You know the one.”

Caroline grits her teeth to refrain from spitting out that she had known that. Klaus had mentioned it, his not so innocent assertion that they stocked an excellent selection of champagnes less than subtle. Hayley ushers Hope out the door, the girl waving at the twins once more before she departs.

Caroline turns from Bonnie, knowing she can only stall so long, clapping her hands together, “Alright! Girls, put the game away, please. Make sure you get all the pieces because I am sure you’ll want to play it this weekend.”

The scurry to collect the various parts, stowing them carefully under Caroline’s watchful gaze. “Do you have wine?” Bonnie asks lowly. “Because we’re going to need it. I can poof somewhere and get some?”

“I do. And bourbon,” Caroline answers. “But maybe get the things for cookie dough?” Sugar always made awkward conversations better, in her opinion.

“On it,” Bonnie murmurs, and soon she’s gone again.

The girls look up, faces etched in disappointment. Caroline smiles warmly, “Aunt Bonnie will be back in a bit, babies. You’ll see her later, promise.”

It would be a momentary distraction for Bonnie, Caroline knew, and she’d have all sorts of questions about Klaus and what Caroline was doing (or considering doing) about him.

Caroline wasn’t sure that Bonnie would like the answers but that was okay. Caroline knew that Bonnie trusted her to make her own decisions, even if she thought they were mistakes. Bonnie hadn’t been thrilled to go to Caroline’s ill-fated wedding a few years back but in the end she’d shown up. It was just the two of them now, Stefan and Elena and Matt all living human lives, Damon in the wind and so many others long gone. They’d figure it out.

Back then Caroline had been clinging to her human dreams, had them in a death grip because she’d felt them slipping away. It’s different now, she’s different now, learning more and more about the supernatural world became a necessity when she and Alaric had opened the school and it’s no longer foreign and scary but filled with possibilities.

Possibilities had been what Klaus had offered her, years and years ago, and Caroline thought she might be nearly ready to explore a few of them.

Maybe she’d drag Bonnie out for drinks once Josie and Lizzie were safely with Alaric. And if they happened to run into some familiar faces what’s the worst that could happen? Bonnie and Klaus were both pretty much un-killable and Klaus could afford to cover any and all property damage.

As long as it wasn’t her office Caroline could deal.

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Thoughts on The Hilltop episode. This time I took notes as I was watching, so this is sort of a live blog. Posted on delay :) Not a great episode though. Way too much Rosita and Simon, waaaay too little Maggie and Daryl. This episode was kind of a perfect example of what is wrong with this approach with the spotlight being on all of these other characters, and giving the main cast the B story, or in this case, this fucking C story. Seriously, Lauren and Norman probably shot their scenes in two days, and were back on a plane again. Speaking to that, I have something else to post related to filming for this season, but not for here :)

So yeah, episode kind of sucked, but couple things I loved.

Love that opening scene for The Hilltop showing the blacksmiths are making fucking tridents! You can never go wrong with a trident! Ha, ha!

Also love that the women, (Carol at The Kingdom) and (Maggie, Sasha at The Hilltop) are the ones training these camps for war. To think back to season one, into early season two, where the writing for the women was so ‘anti-woman’ it’s kind of astounding how far we’ve come from the days of Andrea and Lori, and even to a lesser extent Carol, being written constantly as bitchy, whiny, foils for the men. It’s clear that there’s been a COMPLETE housecleaning over the years, for the writing staff.

Xander Berkely. I could have done with less of him in this episode for the reasons above, but he’s always been one of my favorite “that guy, in that thing” supporting actors starting back from him in 24, and even though he’s a pain in the ass in this role, I still love him :) I think it’s the first time I’ve seen him in such an emasculated role too, and he still does it well, trying to act like he can hold onto a shred of his balls, even though Negan’s already chopped them off. I think the way they’re writing him with this twist at the end is interesting too. Because it seemed like losing the doctor, and The Saviors giving them back a freaking crate of Asprin as an ‘even exchange/very special fuck you, should have been the last straw for him. Now he would get (like Ezekiel did last week) get that there is no way for his community to live in peace with Negan, and still keep any semblance of dignity. Negan will just keep coming for more and more, because he can. But Gregory didn’t go the, ‘man up’ route. He went the ‘still a weasel,’ route, trying to start shit with Jesus because he has this shred of power to wield. Dude, nobody wants to be in charge of your little Amish community. You don’t even have to grow a pair and go fight the war yourself! Just let your people fight if they want to, everyone wins their freedom, you get to stay in charge, and get your doctor back, PLUS, be the big hero to your community because you made this move to join Rick’s coalition. It’s a win, win for Gregory, but instead he’s undermining his own authority by acting out and being a petty little bitch. And him trying to go after Maggie next week, fucking please! She will GUT you! And I look forward to seeing it, because even though I love the actor, he’s another named character taking away screen time from the family :)

So The Hilltop, super-secret backdoor emergency tunnel exit that nobody knows about but the Alexandria people, is out in a hidden spot behind the buildings. Which means that with the Saviors just then rolling through the FRONT gates, I feel like Daryl with (only a slightly pregnant Maggie who can still run without a huge belly slowing her down) could have made that circle around the buildings and dove down the hole, before they were spotted. Just saying.

Rosita has catapulted beyond being a bitch to just a straight up, C word! At this point, there can’t be anyone left who wants that character to survive. At least when Sasha was going through her thing after Bob and Tyreese died, she didn’t lose the audience’s empathy. She was doing stupid, reckless stuff, (like Rosita is), and she was mixing it up with Michonne, but she wasn’t a complete ass about everything, all the time. So like Rosita gets Sasha to agree to go on this suicide run, then Sasha, thinking clearly, is like, “you know, what, I’ve got new information from Jesus, and now I’m thinking maybe we can do this without getting ourselves killed.” Is Rosita pleased to hear it might be possible to get this done without dying? Of course she isn’t! No, by considering a plan where they don’t straight up die, she’s just “oh, so you’re trying to do this without DYING!? Guess you lost your nerve and I’ll just go off on my own!” That’s when Sasha should have just said, “you know, what? This is stupid, you’re clearly suicidal. I’m out. I will save my giant sniper rifle for the day when we have backup, and I can get a good, clean, protected shot at Negan because we will have a literal ARMY with us!” But no, she keeps going and putting up with this crap like Rosita isn’t a huge fucking liability right now. *Eye roll.* Even trying to soften Rosita up again at the end, didn’t make her ‘okay’ again. It had already been too many back to back scenes of her being insufferable to redeem her with one tiny, backstory, conversation. I will give her character one good line though about her breakup with Abraham, “I just hated that he figured out his shit first.” Because their breakup was weird in the way that they didn’t ever fight or seem to be having a falling out, he just fell in love with Sasha, tried to walk off in the night like Rosita wouldn’t have questions … then left her with the coldest, no BS, post Apocalypse breakup line, ever. “I though you were the last woman on earth, you’re not.” So I never thought they were in love, they just seemed like a regular hookup, for practical purposes. The critique I see though that these women shouldn’t be dying for Abraham kind of misses the mark on what’s really going on right now. They aren’t willing to die for Abraham’s memory, they’re willing to die, to get their freedom back. They can’t live like that. It’s revenge too, but not just for Abraham, it's for everything Negan's destroyed. Because the group has tried to cut their losses before (Terminus, The Governor) and it always came back to bite them in the ass, and more people died. They HAVE to kill Negan and the Saviors … Sasha just needs to not be taking strategical advice from Rosita. She’s up there with poor dead Richard and the ‘driven by emotion’ with no good sense to back it up, planning approach.

And speaking of Sasha, I’m avoiding spoilers as always, (and I’m not giving any away here because I don’t know anything) but I really don’t want her to get killed :( Sonequa’s such a good actress, and like Melissa and Andy, she really conveys a lot of emotion and warmth with her eyes. It’s not just that Sasha is capable and a badass, she’s always, from literally her first scene in the woods, always been very likeable too. And I know people are worried about her because the actress got a role on the new Star Trek. But the cast, all along, has always worked on other projects. Even other shows! TWD has an unusual filming schedule with the May to November thing when most everyone else films July to April. And with her as a supporting character here, who has never worked every episode, she could definitely do two shows. Especially where the new one might be a total bust with the ratings (nothing survives on CBS besides NCIS spinoffs) and not last beyond the initial episode order … which they’re probably filming right now. So it just seems (to me) to be way too much of a giveaway (and violation of their own lockdown on spoilers) for AMC to ‘allow’ so much publicity for this other role, if that meant it was an automatic out for her character. It’s not like Star Trek is about to start airing or anything and they want to start creating buzz, it was just a greenlight for the series. And all that came out in January, and with the TWD season wrapping just three months later, I am POSITIVE that if she was scheduled to be killed off, AMC could have said, “you need to keep her casting under wraps until we air the finale.” Period. End of discussion. Then the day after the finale, “oh don’t feel bad for the actress, she has this new role lined up!” It would have been a WAY better approach for the new show to cash in on TWD’s ratings and popularity, by holding their announcement of her joining them until after the fact, IF she was leaving anyway. Just my thoughts there, if it helps anyone else hold out a bit of hope for her survival. We’ll find out in two weeks :)

Eugene still isn’t a traitor :) I’m sure some people think he is now, but I took him crying like he’s like a child who didn’t want his mommies to come take him home just yet. He wants to prove that he’s a big boy, and show everyone else that he can be strong like the rest of them, and help Rick win the war by working his angle from within. And obviously if he had left, Negan would have been more pissed, and more on edge because of all the stuff that Eugene has obviously learned now being in his ‘confidence.’ So it would have hurt the overall mission, for him to go with them.

The Maggie and Daryl scenes, of course, made me cry. First with her bringing him food and touching his shoulder … but him still refusing to look at her. It was even more heartbreaking when you watch it the second time and realize how Daryl turns away slightly just when he spots her out of the corner of his eye :( Then later when she tells him that she never blamed him, and Glenn wouldn’t want him blaming himself either because, “he’s one of the good things in this world,” and how Glenn would know, because he was too. Fucking waterworks! Ha, ha! No matter how good the writing, you cannot manufacture scenes like that without the actors and the characters, having a real history with each other. The same as Norman and Andy crying, and Norman and Melissa crying when they saw each other again on set, you could tell that was probably a scene that meant something for him and Lauren too. I know we have to feel like everyone is always potentially in jeopardy, but they really HAVE to stop killing the main family members off. Rick, Daryl, Carol, Michonne, Maggie, and Carl. They have to live to the last season, or we have nothing else vested here. And we all might have our personal, “well, I’d keep watching without so and so,” even of that group, but consider that Maggie alone deserves to live to carry on for her family, and the REST of them, it’s like a game of Jenga. If you were to remove any one of those other characters, you would break another character. You kill Carol or Daryl, the other one is broken. You don’t get the best version of them anymore, you get detached, killer Carol, and angry, constantly pissed off at the world, Daryl. You kill Carl or Michonne, Rick goes crazy again. We saw from the episode where Michonne thought Rick was dead, that she isn’t super interested in going on without him either. So you want to keep some ‘joy’ in these people’s lives (and the audience’s by extension) they have to live until we get to the ‘all bets are off’ end of the series. Even then, I feel a refreshing approach would be to NOT kill off everyone but Carl, but who knows how it will go.

Anyway, back to Maggie/Daryl, watching just that difference between how he reacts to her hug, and how he reacted to Carol’s. He accepted Maggie’s, and maybe her absolution helped him a little, but you notice you didn’t see his arms come up, because he couldn’t let himself go like that because he would have lost it. Similar to how Carol got a little teary last week in front of Morgan, but she wouldn’t break completely … Daryl would never break completely in front of Maggie. And hopefully that scene will help some of the continued, stupid, comments about “Daryl killed Glenn” from the adamant Glenn fans/General Daryl Haters. Maggie loves Daryl. And Daryl loves Maggie, and he loved Glenn. And I mean seriously, almost everyone, who has ever died on this show, got killed because somebody else did something that got them dead. Some of them were VERY direct cause and effect, like Rick leaving Sophia in the woods, or Daryl standing up to Negan and Glenn taking the bat for it, but everyone’s fate has always come about as just a chain reaction of other people’s decisions. If they hadn’t tried to bring Noah home, Tyreese wouldn’t have been killed. If Carl hadn’t been taunting that walker, Dale wouldn’t have been killed. It’s always just been one thing after another, and aside from Shane straight up murdering Otis, you really can’t generally view this world with that kind of judgment where anybody within the family should be ‘reviled’ because another character died. That’s just how the shit rolls.

Anyway, I look forward to next week when it looks like the family starts falling back together. And then by the finale, they should ALL, fucking FINALLY, be sharing screen time again. Just in time for someone to die!

So yeah, in conclusion, the season overall still sucks, this episode in particular sucked but for the opening and the Maggie/Daryl stuff, and let’s cross our fingers for a few great scenes over the next two weeks because that’s all we’ve gotten all season . . a few great scenes here and there. Do better next year, Gimple! Do better! Less of the Negan/ten thousand character “shenanigans,” and more of the below people interacting as such!! Because SERIOUSLY, that is all ANYONE has reacted to, in a positive fashion! The reunion hugs! Your viewers don’t like to see the family torn apart, so cut the shit.

#twd season 7 #the other side #spoilers #rickyl #caryl positivity #and now i feel like compiling all of the hugs from all season and posting a photoset :)

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