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jerswayman · 1 month ago
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nylander postgame media availability 4th december 2024 vs nashville predators
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nenestansunsthings · 3 months ago
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having svsss au ideas beyond my station
thinking. shang qinghua goes on a mission as a young disciple to some town in fuckoff nowhere and finds himself in the qiu household. and there he finds a young shen jiu, undergoing the plot he originally intended for him and hadn't realised had become real and he's so young oh god hes so young why is he so small what do you mean that part was real, he hadn't kept it why is it real—
and he panics and sneaks him the Fuck out of that house
and he's not sure what to do but surely sending him to cang qiong will fuck up something in the plot and he can't come under even more investigation and cang qiong tryouts dont happen for months anyway and his system would probably never allow it (it doesnt. it would interfere with yue qingyuans story) but shen jiu is refusing to stay anywhere near this place and wants to learn cultivating to protect himself make sure nothing like this ever happens again and sqh panics harder and
calls mobei jun.
okay. on second thought, maybe this was a bad idea. but he stumbles over himself and shushes baby shen jiu's very understandable freaking out and asks his king for the first thing hes ever asked for other than his own life.
is there any way this human child could learn cultivation in the demon world?
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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year ago
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I love scary guard dog husband choso because if someone upsets you or dare lays a hand on you, it's ON SIGHT.
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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year ago
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Yeah having infinite alternative universes where the same two people love each other no matter the world no matter the time is nice but have you considered dedicating your entire existence to find the only universe where your loved one is happy, even if they're going to hate you in that universe, even if you yourself have to die in that universe, because their happiness always came before everything else? Because you never mattered as long as they were happy? Have you considered it??????
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waspgrave · 1 month ago
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now there was no reason for lucanis to be given purple johnny silverhand as a plot point and then never have the purple johnny silverhand utilized except for maybe 3 or 4 times in the game (if you saved Treviso, otherwise it's twice) and dialogue. Dialogue where he pretty much just says weird and funny things and occasionally gets scolded like a dog which is entertaining sure but there is Literally A Demon In One Of The Companions Why Is This Not A Bigger Deal
#i think i've pinpointed what annoys me about the treviso vs minrathrous thing#it's not that neve or lucanis get mad at you but that you can't like. fix it. or talk about it.#you get 'punished' for picking one and it feels like it should be Worse#lucanis Especially winds up suffering in content bc of it and he's already hurting with content as it is#but apparently according to m kirby he never stops feeling betrayed which is valid#but why can't we fix it? or confront it? Why can't we have a rival situation? or see the effects of spite bc of it.#bc the Hardened thing is literally Nothing on both of them lmao oh no they wont heal me i guess#this man should be pissed at me and apparently he always was? despite us being friends? sort of? by the end?#like it's not even that Lucanis gets Mad at me (wish he'd show it) it's that this is a bioware game and i should be able to confront this#but no. just a choice where ultimately nothing happens but a map change and you don't get a mission/certain cutscenes#and lucanis or neve will go 'i'm doing this and you don't get a say' like ok that's fine and deserved#i just think spite should've potentially taken over lucanis more in a rival situation bc he's so hurt by the worst year of his life#and spite should be gnawing at the bit because this and the rest of the horrors pisses lucanis off#i also think neve should've tried blood magic for funsies esp if she becomes super determined to protect Dock Town but whateverr#i know these tags are slightly off topic but the point is SPITE SHOULDVE BEEN USED MOREEEE i'm so mad#honestly in my deluded hopes that this was going to be truly Bioware i thought Lucanis was going to have an anders situation#and spite would be more in control even if it's still Lucanis. just more volatile and sad.#and maybe it was going to be difficult but the idea that you could've potentially saved him by proving you were going to be there for him#ughhhh it's so annoying and depressing. I do like veilguard i do but this is the moment my love for it waned a bit#like sorry i think Lucanis/Spite should've turned Illario's head into wine if you didn't save Treviso. I think he should be that messed up#but i also thought this was going to be a thing that was going to happen with more companions lol cries for what should have been#prawn posts#veilguard critical
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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago
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wexhappyxfew · 12 days ago
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Shannon please put this on a backburner if you're busy (and I mentioned this in the tags of my last reblog) but in your last Benny/Margie fic you said, "she tumbled in, clinging to Major Cleven's jacket" and a protective Buck being the first one Margie sees is a *need* if you've got the inspiration. -- @softspeirs
KATIE!!!!! @softspeirs it has been a minute since you sent this in (much longer than i intended), BUT, i have since written up my interpretation of this little moment. not only do we get a hint at the friendship between margie and buck (!!!!), but we also get some hints of margie x benny in there, too. enough where benny has his freak-out moment (and equally valid moment). this was honestly so much fun to write - from beginning to end. exploring connections i haven't been able to previously, so thank you so much for that!!! i sincerely hope you enjoy my interpretation of buck cleven!! <3333
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(a/n): the 'before piece' of this margie harlowe piece, featuring the friendship of margie and buck, a smidge of margie x benny, and the rest of the crew in the stalag, complete with annie bradshaw and bucky egan as rising stars. by far one of my favorite pieces to write and develop and dig into. a bit of a warning for some heavier topics, as margie is clearly going through a difficult mental battle, along with trauma that she has since experienced and gone through. thank you all for reading! please enjoy! :)
The deceptive nature of a war was something one could easily have as hard of a time getting used to; nearly as much as a simple card trick or removal of a mask.
Dealing with the aftermath of such was something no one was inherently ready for.
The fragile form that was Marjorie Harlowe, stumbling in the main gates of the Stalag was something far from the reality Buck Cleven had hoped to see upon Lieutenant Harlowe turning up - better yet, her turning up alive.
From Buck's position behind the barbed wire fence, the farthest he'd ever felt from a member of the 100th, despite her being just 50 feet away, at the entrance of the gates, had his blood pumping and his worry spiking off the charts.
There was something about that distant look in her eye as she looked around warily, trying to keep herself up on her own two legs, her clothing in the poorest condition he'd seen any of the women come in with, and a look on her face that evidently displayed whatever horror she had been through and had to both see and witness.
Buck had always kept an eye out for Margie Harlowe ever since they crossed paths before heading out for Greenland - a run in near the bar where groups had gathered and news had spread that an all-female B-17 crew was being immersed into the 100th. She was almost like a younger sibling to him and if anything, allowed him to bring out a looser side of himself than normal.
The group that was coming in now looked worse off than the last groups had been - at least they'd been able to confidently stand on two feet and move their limbs. This group looked beat to a pulp, half-stumbling, half-falling just to keep themselves from looking weak in front of the unfamiliar and unknown. The yelling of names around him was nearly going to send him over the edge as he pushed to the front of the group and braced as the barbed wire came in contact with his form. Pressing forward, the crusher cap on his head tilting side ways, he cupped his hands around his mouth.
"Harlowe!" he yelled, his voice sounding more hoarse than it had in recent days, "Harlowe!" Buck was able to watch, through a strained gaze, as Margie managed to pull her head upwards from the ground and get a glimpse in a general direction of the voice. Just at the sight of him it seemed, she collapsed and Buck's heart leapt into his throat.
"Margie!" Buck yelled, his voice causing others around him to snap shut quietly, his eyes turning to the second set of entrance gates.
Immediately, he was pushing through the layers of people pressing themselves earnestly against the wire and wood, desperate for a look to see if a friend had survived, a comrade that had since fallen from the sky just like the rest of them.
Hurriedly looking over his shoulder as he pushed through the crowd of pilots and American men, he could make out one of the German soldiers standing over her, yelling and spitting, harsh German spilling down upon her - he wanted her to get up. The German kept poking her with the muzzle of the rifle as she lie there.
"Get up." Buck whispered to himself as he pushed through towards the second entrance gate, which slowly opened, allowing the new wave of arrivals to flood inwards, "Get up, Margie, please."
Buck rounded around half of the swinging gate and watched as Margie rolled herself on her side and tried to push upward. She looked exhausted, entirely depleted of herself and who she was; nothing more than the shell of a human with the instinct to survive. It broke Buck's heart to even have to see someone, a human being, like that in this very moment.
"Harlowe!" Buck called as he pushed through the new arrivals, moving past swinging arms and shoulders, side-stepping and keeping his eyes on Margie there on the ground.
"Up! Up!" the German yelled over her as Buck moved closer, "Get up!" In an instant, the German kicked and a blood-curdling scream ripped out of Margie's mouth.
Buck felt himself freeze for a split-second, his entire body growing cold as he watched the German do it again, a weak whimper from Margie to follow as tears trailed down her dirtied and bloodied face, her gaunt cheeks matching the bloodshot tint of her eyes, her hair, once bright and blonde and lush, now short, hap-hazardously cut and filled with scraps of dirt and mud. Buck watched as the German went to kick again, but Buck couldn't take it.
He stepped forward.
"Harlowe!" he yelled, quickly falling to his knees, watching as the German froze there, watching him with wide, stone-cold eyes as Buck's hands made contact with Margie. He noticed her flinch at his touch, her entire body reflecting the pain and the past all at once. Buck lowered his head and watched as Margie's eyes cracked open in fear, her breathing erratic, her body trembling.
"Margie, it's me. It's Buck Cleven." he said quietly, reaching forward to gently move his hand under her head to get her up, "You gotta stand for me."
"B-Buck." she managed out quickly, her hands frantically scrambling for his arms as she let him help her to get herself situated, before clinging to him like a frightened child, weak cries coming from her lips as Buck held her as tight as he possibly could, looking towards the German.
"Move." the German spat, taking a step closer, "Out!" Buck stared back at the German coldly, watching with a steadiness he hadn't been able to scrounge before and bit his tongue, holding back any words that could make the situation worse than it already was.
Buck's mind seemed to feel a million miles away as he began to take on the reality of the situation.
Margie.
Margie Harlowe was barely alive in his arms and he needed to get away from this German before they were both dead and more importantly, get her to a bed, to a quiet room, filled with people who'd fight the end of the war just to keep her alive.
Benny DeMarco.
Buck's heart clenched at the thought, knowing Benny was already mulling things over with others making conclusions about it all. How Margie had been thought to be as good as dead just 24 hours ago, when it had been over two weeks since a new Silver Bullets arrival. He couldn't imagine the horror on the rest of the mens' faces, nor Bradshaw, Farley or Carlisle. He could imagine Annie Bradshaw - hot on his heels, going through hell and high water, causing a storm to blow up - he knew she'd have someone's head if it weren't for the fact they were prisoners in a camp made specifically for them.
Annie Bradshaw was going to lose it - and the fact Buck was even struggling to maintain composure was a sure sign.
"Margie, we gotta move, you gotta keep yourself awake." Buck whispered quietly, moving his eyes in the direction of the second gate, "Keep moving."
"Buck." whimpered Margie, her tiny fists balled in his jacket as her legs flopped about, her limbs depleted, any energy she had once had gone. God, it scared him beyond compare seeing one of the Silver Bullets women like this - so far from the person they once were.
"I'm here Margie, I'm here." Buck said as they passed the second gate and he started for the bunkhouse, "You gotta keep your eyes open."
"Buck." Margie managed again - his name, she kept repeating it over and over - like convincing herself this was real, that he was real. He placed his hand on her side of her head, pushing it against his inner shoulder to stabilize.
"Buck," Margie managed, her voice pained, "t-they hit me, Buck. They h-hit me all over." Buck's blood ran cold at her words, legs nearly stuttering to a stop as she said those words.
One could take a few guesses as to what had transpired before Margie Harlowe had arrived, but with her current state, Buck's heart fell. And it fell right to his feet, causing his grip to loosen and his mind to twist. He stopped with Margie there curled into his side and looked down at her, grimacing and whimpering into his side, trying to stay on two shaky legs.
Anger hit him first - anger for her, with the Germans, with this war, with how the Germans had left her, her current state and condition.
Guilt coursed next - he would never be able to protect them all - all the 100th, all the Silver Bullets crew, the very people in this group of people here now. 1943 and a stalemate for the war and nothing would ever seem to change.
"It hurts. So much." Margie whispered, her voice cracking, "Everywhere." Buck couldn't take it.
"Margie." muttered Buck, getting a better grasp on Margie, "We gotta keep moving, Margie, get you in the bunkhouse. Where it's safe. Safe, alright?" A weak whimper seemed to escape her lips as she curled against him, as if to hide away in whatever comfort him and his heavy overcoat could provide.
Oh Annie Bradshaw was going to lose her mind.
Coming upon the bunkhouse, Buck felt Margie's grip on his coat and arms tighten as she looked upwards at the building.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head frantically, shoving at his arms, as if to try and break free, "no, no, no, NO." Pulling herself out of his grasp, she flopped onto the ground weakly, before moving to curl into a ball.
"Margie-" Buck started, scrambling to crouch beside her on the ground, where dirt now had smeared upon the clothes hanging off her body and her dirtied, bloodied face, "Margie, you'll be safe."
"No, I can't." whimpered Margie, writhing like a wounded animal, "I can't, please don't make me." She looked up at him with barely opened eyes, peering at him through glossy tears and bruised cheeks, her lip quivering, hands grasping at the Earth to grab hold.
"No one in there will hurt you, alright, Margie?" Buck said, placing a hand on the side of her face gently, bracing as she flinched at the touch, "Annie's there, Farley and Carlisle, too. We got a whole crew of our guys in there." Margie continued to shake but grew quiet instead.
"I promise you, nothing in there will hurt you." Buck repeated, watching as recognition attempted to flicker in her gaze. Buck's mind began to race a little.
"Let me help you up, okay?" he asked her quietly. She stared at him, flush to the ground like dead weight.
"I can't let them know what they did to me." Margie whispered softly, her voice trembling, "I can't let them know."
"Who's they?" Buck asked her quietly back, ignoring the looks of others passing by, their lingering gazes catching on them here on the ground.
"Them." Margie whispered, "Those people that held me captive until the Germans came for me. Caught me like a wild animal, tied me up to a wall and left me with nothing but darkness and the cold." Margie's eyes welled with tears. "You can't let them know."
"Who know?"
"Them." Margie whispered. She either wasn't making sense or Buck's mind was going, but all he knew was that she needed to get inside and he needed to keep her talking.
"Let me help you stand." Buck said again and Margie, this time nodded. Buck reached out, grabbing her frail arms, and slowly pulled her to her feet, placing her promptly upwards, before wrapping an arm around her form and nodding to the bunkhouse.
"I promise you'll be safe in here," he repeated to her quietly, "I swear to you." Margie looked up at him, with such a profound fear and sadness in her eyes that he felt his heart rate begin to pick up.
"C'mon." Buck said quietly, slowly nudging her forward. As they moved up the steps, Margie began to cry from beside him, each painful little breakage of emotion that slipped out of her, causing his insides to twist in a sickening way.
What had happened to her?
Moving down the hall to their room, Margie began to slip from his grasp, her legs giving out from under her as she clung to his coat and his form, her shaky body nearly bumping into every bit of wall as they moved.
As they came to their door, Margie holding onto him like life or death, Annie Bradshaw came over the threshold. And her eyes immediately went to the sobbing Margie Harlowe hanging off of him. Buck saw a glint of anger flash through Annie's gaze, something he had grown accustomed to after a few officer outings and conversations at the flying club. But then there was grief and sadness and something else he was sure he'd never fully be able to grasp.
Before Annie came to them, she leaned back over her shoulder and yelled back into the room.
"Someone get some warm water and a towel! Get some soup going, open up a bed!" Annie called, before looking forward again, her face growing with horror by the second.
"Wait, what's going on?" Brady's voice called from inside, as other sets of eyes began to appear, looking their way or moving to look through the doorway.
"It's Margie-" Buck began to hear people say, bodies bustling and beginning to move, the glimpse of a frozen Kennedy somewhere by the stove as she stared, numb and with tears in her eyes.
"What happened?" Annie asked as she stepped forward and slowly looked to peer at Margie's eyes.
"I don't know." Buck managed out, swallowing as Margie's grip tightened.
"Margie? It's me, Annie." Annie said, reaching forward to place a hand on her flight engineer's back only to be met with Margie flinching and beginning to cry again.
"You can't make me." Margie cried out, causing heads from inside to turn and look towards the door, "You can't make me go in there!" Annie met Buck's gaze; he felt helpless in all the ways there could be. He was half keeping Margie standing and trying to usher her in the room. She was in near hysterics, with no one having a clue what had happened and simply being in need of the ones who cared for her most. And she didn't want it.
"You'll be safe in here, Margie, it's Annie. Annie Bradshaw." Annie said quietly and desperately, keeping her voice low.
"They're in there," whimpered Margie, shoving her face into Buck's coat as he kept a firm grip on her tattered A2, "they're in there, I know it." Annie looked to Buck again who clenched his jaw before keeping a steady hand on Margie's back.
"Margie, you have to go in the room," Buck said, "you'll be safe."
"No, please, don't make me do it!"
"Who is they?" Annie asked quietly and Margie froze. Her body shuttered, as if preparing to scream, but instead she looked over at Annie with wide, bloodshot eyes.
"They tried to kill me, they were trying to kill me-"
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on over here?" a voice called from down the hall. Buck looked away from Annie and found Bucky and Benny coming down the hall, some potatoes in hand, confused looks on their faces.
"If anyone tried to kill anyone here, I'll-" Bucky stopped mid-sentence, just as Benny came up beside him with a content look on his face only to freeze, "Margie."
For a moment, it was completely silent as they all stood there. Buck watched Benny the most - the way his face dropped completely, his eyes immediately all over Margie - her clothes, her scrunched face, the tears on her cheeks, the mud plastered upon her clothing, the blood. Buck saw it building on Benny's face - the anger. His blood boiling.
"Benny-" Buck started, only to watch Benny grit his teeth, eyes flaring wide, the potatoes in his hands slamming to the ground.
"What the fuck is going-"
"DeMarco." Annie snapped, stepping forward, placing a hand on Buck's arm, "You need to calm down." Annie dropped her voice. "She's terrified." Benny stared at Annie, his eyes darting over Annie's shoulder again only to refocus again.
"What the hell happened to her." he said, more of a statement, rather than a question, his eyes blazing to Buck, who stared at him. Benny was going to start losing it. Margie's grip was tightening.
"We don't know," Annie said, glancing up at Bucky who was now looking into the bunkroom, meeting the eyes of Kennedy, "but raising our voices and arguing is not going to help in any way, shape or form, so I highly suggest every one of you shuts your mouth." Annie met each of their eyes before looking back to Margie again.
"We can settle her in my bunk." Annie said quietly, before looking towards Margie again, "Hey, Margie, you ready to get some warm soup?" Margie was quiet standing there curled into his jacket, quivering, he could feel her trembling.
Buck took a slow glance at Benny, watching as the Captain's shoulders rose up and down in a pounding fashion, evidently upset and angered all at once, his emotions in a multitude of directions.
Captain Benny DeMarco wasn't one to lose his temper like this it seemed. But, in this moment, Buck could take two guesses as to the fact it was about to happen.
"I can't." Margie managed out, her voice hoarse, throat sounding raw with emotion and tears to follow, "Please, I can't, they're in there." The group went quiet around her, as Buck glanced upwards to Bessie who had come forward with a hot towel, Hambone behind her with a spoon, Brady appearing with a blanket. What had to hurt the most was that these were all people standing around her now that had cared for Margie for months before this. Some for years. Yet, they were almost unrecognizable.
"That's it-" Benny started, before starting to turn, unclenching his jaw and pointing towards the door, his footsteps becoming quick.
"Benny-" Bucky started, but was quickly cut off.
"What the fuck did you do to her!" Benny yelled, his footsteps beginning to move down the hall, his voice echoing off the sodden wood, Buck's eardrums ringing with a clammer.
"Benny, lower your goddamn voice!" Bucky called to him, moving from the group, forcefully grabbing Benny's shoulder and pushing it back, "You're gonna freak her out more!"
"They did something to her, Bucky, they did something to her and scared the shit out of her and-"
"Listen, you gotta calm the fuck down-" Bucky started in. Buck turned his head slowly away from the rumbling scene and looked to Margie, landlocked onto his jacket still. The hour was desperate.
"Don't tell me to calm down-"
"You get any louder and you're going to freak her out even more, ya hear?!"
"You two have to shut up." Annie yelled, raising her voice the loudest he'd ever heard her do so, "If you need to be yelling so much, go find a different wall to bark up, okay? We don't have time to listen to you two right now." Both Bucky and Benny stopped, staring each other down.
"Don't go making more problems." Bucky said calmly as Benny stared coldly.
"Then they gotta stop doing stuff that make me want to." Benny answered, narrowing his gaze. Buck slowly turned his gaze back to Margie and watched as Annie slowly placed a hand against her cheek, gazing into her eyes in the most calming and present way. To let her know she wasn't alone and that these were people that cared for her. Right here.
"It'll be okay, you can stay in my bunk," Annie said quietly, before glancing at Buck, "I can take it from here." Buck nodded, watching as Annie took hold of Margie's hands, taking them into her own before Margie was latching onto Annie, trembling and shaking, eyes unfocused, as Annie led the two of them into the room.
He watched, like a stagnant figure, as Brady came forward, wrapping a blanket around Margie's shoulders before guiding her over towards where Annie bunked out, disappearing from his line of sight.
Buck set his eyes on Benny, now looking towards the doorway where Margie had disappeared into, his eyes a mixture of contempt, torment and sadness. Bucky was still there, standing in front of Benny, hands on the Captain's shoulders, as if letting go would unleash the chaos Benny was still holding back.
"Benny…." Buck said closing the space between him and the two of them, coming up on Bucky's side to look at the Captain's face, "calm yourself down before you go walking in there, okay?" Benny watched Buck, his gaze narrowed, jaw clenched, shoulders and neck filled with a tight tension.
People that had been peering out of other bunkrooms to see the commotion, were now turning away, moving to leave out the door, or going back to minding their business. It was relatively quiet and calm. And for once, silent. Buck continued watching Benny.
"She's freaked out enough as it is," Bucky started, "did you hear what she was saying-"
"I heard every goddamn word she was saying, what happened to her?" Benny said quickly, leaning forward towards Bucky, "I'm gonna kill whoever did that to her-"
"Benny." Buck said, reaching forward to place a hand on the man's shoulder, "We'll figure that all out. But for now. What you gotta focus on? Calming down. You gotta keep it in your mind - Margie is here and she's alive. Albeit, we wish in a better situation. But she's here, with us, safe for the moment and alive." Buck watched him. "You freaking out won't help us out anymore. And scaring her further isn't going to do us any good." Benny looked helplessly towards the door again before looking back at Buck.
"She'll be okay," Bucky said quietly, patting Benny's shoulder, "you got Annie Bradshaw in there ready to tear the eye sockets outta someone it seems. Margie's in good hands."
"Yeah," Buck agreed, a small smile on his face, "she looked ready to go out there and let someone have it." Benny managed a slight smile on his face, the worry and concern that had been hidden by anger, beginning to emerge on his features. Buck could tell Benny was at a bit of a loss for words other than expletives, along with feelings he couldn't quite reel in.
"I shouldn't have lost my temper-"
"Benny," Buck said quietly, offering a slight smile, "just go in there, do what you can to help. We'll all make sure she feels safe and comfortable, okay? She's here now." Benny nodded at his words before letting out a deep breath.
"I'm real sorry again-"
"Benny." Bucky said leaning forward a smile on his face, voice low, "Pick up your goddamn potatoes, shut your mouth and get in there." Benny couldn't seem to help but manage a small smile at those words, dropping is head before glancing upwards at Bucky with a smile.
"Yes, sir, alright?" Benny said, before turning, gathering up his potatoes and pausing by the door. Buck watched as he took a deep breath, before stepping inside. Buck grew quiet beside Bucky, eyes still trained on where Benny had been standing before entering, before Bucky nudged his shoulder.
"What the hell do you think they did to her?" Bucky asked him, his gaze narrowed, eyes set on the doorway and his face like a stone. Buck glanced his way and set his jaw firmly.
"We'll let her rest, get herself back in order. Give her time." Buck said, "But I don't know…..whatever happened, clearly it was enough to convince her that it's still happening." Bucky let out a low whistle and righted his feet before crossing his arms and leaning up against the opposite wall of Buck.
"You think they did something to her?" Bucky asked, tilting his head, anger pooling in his eyes, "I think Benny was onto something, I could shove their heads right down into the dirt-"
"Bucky." Buck said, shifting his weight as he watched him, "Now, you're sounding just as bad as Benny."
"You see the look on her face?" Bucky asked him, "They touch any one of those women, and they're dead." Buck knew there was no use arguing, especially when truer words had never been spoken and rightfully shut his mouth.
"C'mon," Buck said, nodding his head towards the door, "she needs us." Bucky slowly pushed up from the wall before following towards the bunkhouse doorway.
"I swear to God, Buck." Bucky said pausing to look at him, jaw clenched.
"If one of those officers comes in and messes with any one of us, you'll have their head," Buck said, a slight upturn of a grin on his face. Bucky watched him. Buck gave him a pat on the shoulder and a smirk.
"I heard you the first time."
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bradshawsbaby · 1 year ago
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You guys. I met Lewis James Pullman tonight and I’m truly never going to be the same.
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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 1 year ago
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Leonardo: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and MC!
Literally anyone: So MC knows about this?
Leonardo, walking away: No, this is between me and me!
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the-deadlock-south · 7 months ago
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like, archives used to be THE BIGGEST overwatch event for me because it was the most we got in terms of in-game lore and i just genuinely enjoyed playing them (retribution, my beloved), but invasion? don't know her. i refuse to pay for it and not only do i not regret not getting to play it - i haven't even bothered to check the gameplay on youtube. this is how uninterested i am in the game these days. so yeah, the fumbled overwatch big time.
THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING THIS IS THE REALEST THING EVER
genuinely always felt like such a treat going to play the archive missions uuuggghhh i miss her so bad........ there will never be such a fumble for a videogame than ow this i'm absolutely certain
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shannonsketches · 8 months ago
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like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime
why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?
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it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working
Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!
#these cowards afraid of showing Vegeta actively choosing to be around his wife and child even when he's Bad#Because Goku who is Good never ever even once makes that choice onscreen outside of filler#and then they justify that choice by making Chi-Chi seem horrid and unreasonable for (checks notes) Not Wanting Her Child to Die#anyway I am once again being bitter about anime vs manga klasjdklasd#I can't believe I let the anime convince me I hated Goku man Goku's SUCH a good and ridiculous character in the manga#the anime just SUCKS at letting him be who he's always been#and has to reframe and recontextualize and reword everything he does so that it seems like he's Actually Quite Mature and Thoughtful nO#THAT's VEGETA YOU COWARDS#also the fact that bulma said she wouldn't live with him at the beginning of this arc to him casually hanging out with her and trunks#after cell beat his ass and humbled him is REALLY GOOD SUBTEXT for their shared relationship having improved without showing it#it's great subtext for all three of them and toei just went 'nah' and decided to make it a whole group shot so ...? Master Roshi could sit#and explain how ??? Tournaments Work??? Just so Cell could log on and also explain how tournaments work?? God it's been so long#since I've watched the anime and now when I do it just makes me mad aklsdjskja the manga is SOOOOO much better#there are some spots where the pacing is more ideal in the anime like goku turning ssj for the first time but like man. everything else is.#like why are you making Goku snarky with Vegeta dude his clapbacks are SO much funnier when they're just Tactless Honesty#like Vegeta's not insulted by Snark bitch he grew up in the Freeza force that man was raised by THE bitchiest drag queens#Vegeta's insulted by someone saying something deeply and insultingly True to his face as if it's the fucking weather#Goku in the anime is like 'a battle of wits hoho' but Goku's purity is part of the joke he's not snippy he's just got no social etiquette#He's just honest! He's not trying to be insulting. That's what MAKES it insulting! That's the WHOLE GAG of why Vegeta can't stand him#Goku is always just telling the truth and it's always the rudest shit Vegeta's ever heard in his life#'it's a sunny day! i'm way stronger than you! see you out there bud!' 10000% Genuinely Friendly. Golden Retriever-Ass Pure.#Infuriating. Hilarious.#anyway I looked at anime clips to make sure I remembered things right and that was a mistake#as someone who has a soft spot for it and grew up on it -- compared to the manga it's bad and it's always been bad#and toriyama was right to be disinterested in watching it jesus christ they BUTCHERED his work#anyway this has been another shot of haterade with sketches thank you for scrolling my rambletags askljdask#dbtag#i just truly can't get over how they make Vegeta call her 'woman' in the anime and he literally only ever calls her Bulma in the manga#except for on namek when he refers to her as 'the/that woman' because she is a complete stranger#why is he calling her woman like he's a 1940s american husband and not an extraterrestrial from a deeply advanced society toei
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itspileofgoodthings · 2 days ago
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vehemourn · 4 months ago
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i just wanna know. what does anyone want artists to do. im really just curious. Like if u steal all of our work and chase us out of all of the jobs and crush every single one of us until we either die or quit. Whats the end goal. artists provided their work for free for 2 decades and built their lives in digital spaces. And in a few years the landscape is changing drastically away from that :/. I'm fucking tired. I'm tired of artists being disrespected. And yet its not going to Stop. Our spaces are still snuck into and scraped, our work is still stolen, and we still have people that are just outright fucking nasty to us just bc u draw a furry animal or are queer. what is anyone supposed to do. our communities were destroyed. our spaces were destroyed. so many artists are Gone and scattered to the winds. What is anyone Doing.
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whenthegoldrays · 22 days ago
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isn’t it so funny of me to only ever develop crushes on men I barely know
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petrichorium · 23 days ago
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God it’s been well over a year and i still have days where i feel physically ill over shanks this is so crazy. AND it’s only gonna get worse as he shows up more in the manga someone save me
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skoulsons · 3 months ago
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i cant emphasize how much i love baseball
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