#the-falcon-of-the-fall

[biilodyfangs]

[legotwink08]

propaganda i'm not falling for:

john walker is perfect

john walker was never an asshole

john walker did nothing wrong

john walker was justified in everything he did

john walker is irredeemable

john walker will always be an asshole

john walker isn't capable of bettering himself

john walker isn't nuanced and complex

john walker isn't able to grow and change and evolve

john walker is ugly

[stell4rlune]

finished all of Aph’s main outfits!! minus FCU bc I have no idea how to redesign that one 💀

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Finally Home

Summary: Joaquin Torres x fe!Reader -> You and Joaquin have been friends for years, but once you start dating and he comes home, he realises you've tracked each day until he came home.

Disclaimer: I wrote this one a while ago -- mostly just fluff, established relationship. Not Proof Read.

Finally. 

Finally.

He was home. As much as Joaquin loved his job and the luxuries it afforded him, such as being Sam Wilson’s - aka Captain America’s - right hand man. He was happy to be home. 

This was the longest he’d been away from you since you’d both started dating two years ago. You’d both been close friends for almost ten years, having met at College. But it took nearly eight of those to realise the reason why no girlfriend ever worked out, why he never wanted anyone else, was because what he wanted was you. 

He was careful when opening the door to your apartment. Six months into your relationship, you’d asked him to move in with you. It hadn’t taken much thought, really. Most of his stuff seemed to emigrate into your apartment anyway. It just made sense. And it wasn’t like you hadn’t lived together before. 

After his first tour, he’d come back and had been looking for apartments. Since you had a spare bedroom, it just made sense. Eventually he had moved out – a day that hurt a lot more than it should have done for both of you. 

But he was glad to be back. 

Almost nothing had changed since he left. The curtains he’d helped you put up before he left had changed into your summer ones, as had the cushions. But the smells, the feelings, the complete and utter comfort that washed over him knowing you were less than seventy paces away from where he stood. 

That hadn’t changed. 

Quietly, he slipped his boots off and dropped his things by the door before hanging up his jacket. From there, he carefully walked across the living space and towards the kitchen to grab a glass of fresh water. And for a few moments, he took in the silence of your home. 

It was in doing that he spotted something that had changed. 

On the other side of the apartment, where two windows looked out to the rest of the city that wasn’t just the main street, there was a section of wall. That had always been there. 

What hadn’t always been there, however, was a large piece of brown craft paper. On it was a large map of the world with sheets of a calendar underneath. On the map were different permanent marker colours with long forgotten pin holes inside their centres. Each landed on a different country. But the one that stuck out to him the most was where a piece of string was pinned to New York and stretched across the map before stopping at a very recent location to Joaquin. 

On the calendar sheets below, each day had been crossed off and the next day had block capital letters. 

HOME.

The longer Joaquin looked at it, the more he saw. 

Two clocks above the map. One was on New York time, the other was on Italy’s time. Beside the map was a colour code. Each base he’d been at, when he’d been there and for how long. Each ink stain seemed older than the last. 

Had you been doing this since he joined the Academy?

He’d known you for a decade. He’d lived with you for several months, long before you both started dating. How did he not know about this?

Smiling, he allowed his fingers to trace different sections on the map, over your handwriting beside it. Then, finally placing his glass down, he turned around. 

By the time he reached the bedroom, he paused by the door for a few moments. You were fast asleep, one of your hands reaching out to his side of the bed. On your nightstand was another book, different from the one you’d last told him you’d been reading. There was also a picture of both you and him. Taken long before you were dating, but at a time when he knew he was definitely and completely in love with you. 

Joaquin smiled. 

Walking inside, he sat down on his side of the bed, facing you before reaching out and taking your hand in his. He stayed still for a few moments letting the feeling of your hand in his again, sink into his skin. 

God, how he’d missed you. 

Joaquin kissed your hand before holding it to his chest and turning to look at you. You were slow to wake up, but he didn’t mind. He was just glad to be home. 

“It’s just me, Angel.”

Carefully, he brushed the stray hairs from your face as you stirred awake. 

“Joaquin?” By the tone in your voice, you were probably still sleeping. Dreaming that you’d heard him. 

“It’s just me, mi amore.”

Again you stirred, except this time your eyes slowly opened. Your vision was blurry at first, trying to focus on the feeling of your hand. You’d had this dream before and when you’d finally woken up for real, you came to find your home without Joaquin. 

But then you gasped. 

Squeezing your hand, he squeezed back. And spoke. 

“I’m home.”

“Joaquin.”

Saying his name was as easy as breathing. Hearing you say his name made him feel as if he was finally breathing again. 

You were quick to sit up, practically launching yourself at him to hug him. To hold him. To know he was real. 

He fell back, landing still on the mattress as he held you against him. From his grip alone, he was holding onto you like you were his anchor. And he was determined to never let you go. 

All your senses became filled with him in an instant. Something that had slowly been fading in the last few weeks without him. With the heat and keeping your windows open when you were home, it had let some of his memories out. 

But he was finally back. 

Finally. 

“Are you real?” You could cry. Maybe you were. 

“I’m real.”

You leaned back a little to look at him properly. Well, as properly as you could in the dark with nothing but the moon and street lamps from outside lighting your room up. 

With your hands, you held onto his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

Then, for the first time in months, you kissed him. And it didn’t take long for him to kiss you back. His hand in your hair, cradling the back of your head, all the while his other hand pulled you closer to him until you were fully laying on top of him, at your hips. 

The kisses peppered out and away, across his cheek and to his neck before you hugged him again. You could feel his lips kissing your skin, too. 

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have waited up.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Joaquin told you. “We finished up early so Hill brought us back. I asked her and Sam not to say anything.”

You sighed, your entire body relaxing back into him. “I’m so happy you’re back. I know you being away is nothing new to me, but this is the longest we’ve ever gone without seeing each other.”

“I know.”

“And…I just wanted to tell you I love you.”

Joaquin held you tighter. “I love you, too.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck, cheek and finally, his lips. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

He kissed you. “I’m glad to be home.”

Once more, you hugged him again just before you felt him roll you both over so you were the one under him with your back to your mattress. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Joaquin told you as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Do you know how long you’re back for?”

He shook his head. “No idea. But, I know Barton is looking for help with training some recruits. If Sam doesn’t need me, I’m gonna see if I can help there. It’ll mean I’ll be home for a while, at least.”

You nodded. “You should. It’ll be nice to have you home.”

Joaquin smiled before leaning down and kissing you once more. This time, slowly and deliberately. He’d been away for months. He promised himself he’d savour the moment you were back in his arms, his kiss combining with yours. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Finally. 

Finally. 

He was home. 

[plantswithme]

4 years ago

the falcon and the winter soldier. march 19 2021.

[mintaikkcorpse]

I've stopped seeking out yaoi, as no matter what I fucking do, it always finds me. I feel like I'm just destined to always find and enjoy yaoi art at this point.

[teddytheartist]

shower day for the wolf !! (｀_´)ゞ

With the ol’ hydra arm bcs it’s cuntier :9

inst | twt

[destiny-smasher]

No, I’m not 100% caught up on the manga, so sorry if I’m leaving theoreticals in the air because it has no bearing on the entire point I was making in the original post and you wanna be weird and drag whatever other issues you got into a conversation and twist it into some vague morality thing.

I obviously DID read your reply, it’s not my fault you are treating speculative events that have not happened yet as a given fact. And even so, the discussion here is about NEMONA and Scarlet, not Arven/Violet. So yet another way you’ve veered things off topic.

Where in the FUCK did I ever say that Scarlet’s basic needs should not be met? Huh? Read what I said! I said the opposite of that! I just pointed out that filling her basic survival needs in the short run will not fix the long term psychological issues she’s dealing with. Stop being an ass and putting words in other people’s mouths. Sounds like YOU are the one who needs to ‘change your ways’.

Do not repost this any more, you’re engaging with my post on bad faith and borderline harassing me. Take your own advice you reposted on your own blog and stop starting shit with random people, thanks.

(Nemona getting totally blown off and stonewalled once again and trying to shrug it off once again, she's so determined! </3)

Since people on the Internet get fussy with this shit, let me state upfront these are my opinions, from the perspective of someone who shares a lot of personality traits in common with Nemona and used to be a lot like her in my younger years. Nemona's lying when she says Scarlet's behavior and needless secrecy doesn't bother her at all. She keeps enduring the neglect (and sometimes straight up abuse), because she thinks that's what Scarlet needs atm. It's hard to say how things will pan out atm imo.

The manga mischaracterizes Nemona in some ways for me -- or I guess it's more proper to say, I do not think the way the manga characterizes Nemona is as positive as the games. The manga so far really makes her out to be less mature, less healthy mentally/emotionally, and kind of a pushover who actively lets others step all over her. I don't prefer it lol

She experiences an 'invisible wall' between herself and everyone else. And Scarlet's behavior so far in PokeSpe would only exacerbate that -- BUT, the two could clearly have a very meaningful bonding if they both stick things through, in a way the game version of Nemona doesn't because the story forces the protag to more just go along with everything.

I want to believe the manga will eventually have Nemona learn to adapt to Scarlet, Scarlet slowly open herself up to Nemona over time, start doing GOOD for her in return, and heaven forbid, maybe even apologize for mistreating Nemona -- though I don't expect the latter for sure.

It can be very exhausting and draining to endure what Nemona is enduring, but if you have that determination and willpower to put up with someone's worse traits because you see the good in them, sometimes it's good to use that to be there for the other person.

Everyone's struggles are unique and people exhibit their flaws in different ways. Nemona is "too much" and Scarlet pushes back in hostile ways. Their personalities are potentially toxic for one another, tbqh, but there's so much value imo in them bridging that gap.

The core of most fictional relationships I genuinely care about and many of my real life ones is the idea of bridging the understanding gap, through communication and gestures and time spent together, where there is mutual growth and reassurance.

Because of how I've been mistreated in the past, it's REALLY difficult for me to look at Nemona/Scarlet even just as friends and not be very worried about them. They're not self-aware yet, much less mature enough to navigate their differences. But they COULD be.

Many of the most edifying and growth-defining relationships of my life were due to stark differences in personality being reconciled with mutual care, assurance, trust, and just plain holding on. I think these two can totally reach that. I just don't know if they WILL here.

Because the fact is, Scarlet's behavior is hurtful. She clearly has reasons she is this way, and sometimes you just gotta get that shit out. And having people strong enough to endure that shit can be valuable, even if you don't realize it at the time. But it's a fine line.

Scarlet seems to be dealing with mental health issues, or at the least neurodivergency -- and Nemona at least has the latter going on, too. That creates a lot of tension. But that also means they can be there for each other in a meaningful way if they can work that shit out.

At the current rate they're going, however, Scarlet's behavior isn't improving so far. It's like she just gets to be a jerk and 'get away with it' and everyone is supposed to be fine with that? Doesn't settle well with me, and Nemona sure doesn't deserve this treatment.

But at the same time, Nemona IS one of those rare people with the willpower and stubborn determination to keep being there for Scarlet in spite of things not going well for a while -- even a long while. She sees the good in Scarlet even if Scarlet doesn't.

The manga has NOT done much at all so far to sell us on Scarlet/Nemona working out even just as friends, but it feels deliberate how their dynamic has been set up. So I want to have hope there, but it does remind me a bit too much of stuff from my past, so I get trepidatious.

In a way, part of Operation Comet Punch (my long fic) entails exploring that very trepidation and (I hope) coming up with at least one 'version' of reconciling things in a healthy, mutually supportive way for everyone involved (and that goes beyond just Nemona and Scarlet).

I hope the manga can figure out ways to do this, too. Because I like the idea of Nemona and Scarlet at least becoming good friends over time. It's just difficult to see right now if you're being pragmatic.

"Desma this is a manga primarily targeting middle school boys wtf are you talking about"

Look, between my own fanfic about these characters and my real life experiences, I can't help but analyze and try to be optimistic on all fronts. I get triggered a bit by 'toxic yuri' and this is reminding me of that, but I want to believe in it EVOLVING beyond that (pun intended). And I know it can.

[daem0nisms]

Gravity Falls Daemons

Stanley 'Stan' Pines & Rosalind 'Rosa' (Peregrine Falcon)

[kelpermoosee]

For ur Nintendo high olimar, do u think his voice was always that deep in HS or was it high pitched till a random Tuesday came by n it dropped to what we have in canon??

Oh man, I actually haven’t considered this at all 😭😭😭 I guess my brain automatically jumped to him having a deep voice, since the cast of Nintendo High usually keeps voices close to their canon counterparts, which makes sense!

HOWEVER, the idea of him having a stupid, lame, squeaky voice at first is absolutely adorable and I’m totally going to steal that, 100%. THANK YOU.

The moment it dips he probably gets super embarrassed about it, and swears to take a vow of silence that lasts for like…two days. And the second he utters a single word everyone is absolutely fucking baffled (rightfully), and it’s the talk of their year for an hour before they eventually move onto something else like all things in Nintendo High do

[sims-influence]

Journey to Batuu

[you-fuckin-judas]

SOFIA FALCONE THE WOMAN YOU ARE

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Hardwood Floors

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When Bucky has a nightmare on a mission, you held him through it.

Disclaimer: Mention of nightmares. Hurt/comfort, little angst, fluff, swearing, mutual pining. Short fic. Not Proof Read.

This mission lasted three weeks. 

Three weeks of dry air, cold winds, hot sun and cramped spaces. Towards the end, you’d finally been given a run down safe house to stay in until Joaquin arrived with the carrier to pick you and the team up from your location. 

Meanwhile, you’d been with Bucky for those past three weeks. And you got along…as best as you could. 

You worked well together, you just never seemed to spend much time together outside of work. Which meant conversations were kept to a minimum. 

But you didn’t need to hold a conversation with Bucky to know him. Well, know most of him. From the way his eyes looked down every side street you passed, you knew it was out of habit. Maybe from when he was younger and on the hunt for his best friend. Although his face would look calm, you knew he was on edge when the plates of his arm rippled up towards his bicep. 

And you knew the soldier in him was never at rest because he never used the bed. 

Each time, it was set up. And he’d lay on it for a moment, until he thought you were asleep and then he’d settle down on the hard floor. You’d known plenty of soldiers to do the same. 

You had also known plenty to get nightmares, too. 

But that didn’t mean you were gonna keep pretending to be asleep when he was dealing with both. 

It had started with the sound of covers shifting against the floor. You stirred awake when the mumbling started. For a moment, you had to remind yourself where you were. 

“No,” a small voice pleaded. 

You sat up at that and looked around, your tired eyes opening a little as you looked around the dark room. Bucky wasn’t in bed. 

“Bucky?”

He didn’t hear you. But you heard more shuffling. 

Pulling the covers from your legs, your feet touched the cold hardwood floor. Your hands folded over the edge of the mattress and bedframe as you looked around for him. 

“Stop,” the small voice pleaded. 

You stood up and walked away from your bed for a moment, finally spotting Bucky on the floor. Despite the heat outside during the day, the temperature dropped at night. And as much as he might run hot, the sheen of sweat forming on his skin worried you. 

For a moment, you returned to your bed and pulled the duvet off and carried it over to Bucky. You didn’t have a plan, exactly. But you had an idea. 

“Bucky, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

He was starting to shake. From fear, nerves or cold; you didn’t know. But you weren’t going to risk it. His arm twitched when you kneeled on the floor and gently laid a hand on his arm. It could have gone two ways, and if it went another, you would have dealt with it. 

You’d knocked him to his ass once or twice when he was The Winter Soldier. 

But you didn’t fancy having to. 

Thankfully, his sleeping frame recognised your voice. 

“I’m here. You’re here. You’re safe.”

For a moment, you pressed the back of your hand against his forehead. He was freezing – Bucky was never cold. 

Quickly, you threw the duvet over him before laying on the floor beside him. Holding onto his arm, you spooned him from behind, pressing your forehead into the centre of his back. His breathing was fast and skittish, but he was slowly calming down. 

“I promise you, Bucky. You’re safe.”

Without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder and held him tighter. “You’re okay.”

He seemed to calm after that. You stayed awake for a while longer in case the nightmare hadn’t ended, but somewhere between the night and daybreak, you’d fallen asleep beside him.

By the time Bucky woke up, he was unsure of where he was. He could remember a nightmare. But he didn’t wake from it. It just seemed to die away. 

That was when he realised why. 

With his arm around you, you lay on the floor beside him. His senses were consumed by you, which made sense when he realised who’s duvet was covering you both. His head has been leaned in towards you as you lay sleeping on his chest. 

He could vaguely remember feeling you press your head against his back. Things became a little hazy after that. 

He could have moved. Could have tried to sit up. But there was just something about that moment that made him not want to wake you. He didn’t want to disturb you. He didn’t want to break the feeling in the atmosphere. 

So he laid there. And for the first time in a long time, he relaxed. His breathing pace and heart rate ended up matching yours. 

When you finally did wake up, he opened his eyes, still feeling a little tired. 

“Shit, sorry.” You moved away as quickly as your morning-tired body would let you. “I didn’t mean to-”

Bucky said laying on his back. “It’s okay.”

You looked at him. “Are you okay?”

Bucky nodded. “When did you join me?”

“When you were having a nightmare.” You answered honestly. “I didn’t want you catching something. I must have fallen asleep.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bucky told you. “First time I’ve slept through a nightmare, so…”

Neither of you really knew what to do with that information. Bucky didn’t really know why he’d admitted it. But he did, and he didn’t plan on taking it back. 

You looked away for a moment, suddenly realising the sun was higher in the sky than it usually was when you woke up. You scrambled to your feet. “Shit, we need to get packed.”

“We never unpacked.” Bucky pointed out, still laying on the floor. 

You grabbed your phone and walked back, reading through the three missed calls and six text messages from Joaquin. 

You clicked your phone off and threw it on your duvet-less bed. “Joaquin’s gonna be here in twenty minutes.”

Without thinking, you started getting dressed. When Bucky realised, he slowly averted his eyes once his brain kicked back into action. Little did he know, as you were pulling a fresh t-shirt over your body, your gaze lingered on his back. 

Still in his boxers, he leaned over and picked the duvet from the floor before he started folding it along with the sheets he’d been using before his nightmares kicked in. 

Like usual, you managed to avert your eyes by the time he turned around. You pretended to fiddle with your belt buckle before throwing your clothes into your bag and dropping it by the door. 

Neither of you talked about what happened on your way home. Just laid down on opposite benches, secretly wishing you were back on that hardwood floor under a duvet cover. 

[ranger-danger]

In honor of Kane getting a Wyrmling as a familiar in my current dnd campaign. I like the light on it.

[eden-west]

Rocket - Freefalling era

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Sam: If I had a baby I’d name it “Sam Wilson 2: The Sequel”.

Bucky: You would make such a great father.