#peter pupp

[smbhax]

From a “Peter Pupp” story by Bob Kane in Jumbo Comics #1, September 1938.

Info from Grand Comics Database

[shadowwingtronix]

"Yesterday's" Comic> Jumbo Comics #9

BW's "Yesterday's" Comic> Jumbo Comics #9

Wow. Tarzan really let himself go. Jumbo Comics #9 Real Adventures Publishing Company (August-September, 1939) Apparently Comic Book Plus only had a black-and-white fiche for the source material originally, but around 2019 gained access to a color copy comic scan. Considering the note from editor “Jumbo Jim” says this was their first color outing, it’s nice they were able to get a colored…

[funtasticworld]

HAPPY 67TH ANNIVERSARY TO HANNA-BARBERA!

[ichbinmeineeigenepuppe]

Hör mal gut zu, du !

[eden-writes-stuff]

Febuwhump Day 15 - on the run

context: Sirius after Azkaban warnings: some cursing I guess?

He stood in front of their apartment. Where they had lived together years ago.

They had laughed and argued and fucked and cried and slept right behind those doors. And now the name on the bell had changed.

L. David

He'd moved out. Sirus couldn't really blame him. No. That was a lie. He could blame him. He could blame the fuck out of him, but he knew he shouldn't.

He still did.

The bastard had left him behind; had left everything they'd had; their whole life.

He could feel the cold aura of the Dementors that he'd come to hate more than anything over time.

Immediately he changed his form and hurried back down the stairs and out the front door.

Most people took him for just another stray dog in the filthy streets of London. Just another of the pupps no one wanted to care for or love.

London was always cold this time of year, but not nearly as cold as it became through the Dementors.

Sirius didn't know where to go next but he knew that he couldn't stay here.

He had to find Peter. He had to find Moony. He had to find Harry.

A/N: sorry for not posting yesterday, my day was shit. Might post the chapter some other time idk.

[daughterofhecata]

Reading List 2023

Ocean Vuong: Night Sky With Exit Wounds

Alena Mornštajnová: Hana

Wolfgang Benz: Theresienstadt. Ein Geschichte von Täuschung und Vernichtung.

Jáchym Topol: Die Teufelswerkstatt [org. title: Chladnou zemí]

Ocean Vuong: Time is a Mother

Richard Siken: Crush

Ben Nevis: Die Drei ??? Die Yacht des Verrats

Frank Wedekind: Frühlings Erwachen (reread)

James Ellroy: Die Schwarze Dahlie [org. title: The Black Dahlia]

André Marx: Die Drei ??? und der Puppenmacher

Evelyn Boyd: Rocky Beach Crimes #2. Mord unter Palmen.

Peter Hallama: Nationale Helden und jüdische Opfer. Tschechische Repräsentationen des Holocaust.

Brigitte Johanna Henkel-Waidhofer: Die Drei ??? Späte Rache

Kim Newman: Professor Moriarty. The Hound of the D‘Urbervilles. (reread)

Vera Schiff: The Theresienstadt Deception. The Concentration Camp the Nazis Created to Deceive the World.

Evelyn Boyd: Rocky Beach Crimes #2. Mord unter Palmen. (reread)

Josef Bor: Die verlassene Puppe [org. title: Opuštěná panenka]

Kari Erlhoff: Rocky Beach Crimes #1. Tödliche Törtchen.

Susanna Partsch: Wer klaute die Mona Lisa? Die berühmtesten Kunstdiebstähle der Welt.

Kathy Reichs: Virals #1. Tote können nicht mehr reden. [org. title: Virals] (reread)

Arthur Schnitzler: Reigen (reread)

Evelyn Boyd: Die Drei ??? Teuflisches Foul

Faye Kellerman: Der Zorn sei dein Ende [org. title: The Hunt]

J.D. Salinger: The Catcher in the Rye

Władysław Szlengel: Was ich den Toten las [org. title: Co czytałem umarłym]

Hanna Krall: Dem Herrgott Zuvorkommen [org. title: Zdążyć przed Panem Bogiem]

Ursula K. Le Guin: The Dispossessed

Thomas Mann: Der Tod in Venedig

James Oswald: Natural Causes. An Inspector McLean Novel.

Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar (reread)

Christoph Dittert: Die Drei ??? Melodie der Rache

Maria Rolnikaitė: Mein Tagebuch [org. title: Ja dolžna rasskazat']

Mark Thompson: Leatherfolk. Radical Sex, People, Politics and Practice.

James Baldwin: Giovanni‘s Room

Christopher Tauber, Hanna Wenzel: Rocky Beach. Eine Interpretation.

Lorraine Vivian Hansberry: A Raisin in the Sun

Jonathan Kellerman: Unnatural History. An Alex Delaware Novel.

Robert Arthur: Die Drei ??? und die Geisterinsel. [org. title: The Three Investigators in the Secret of Skeleton Island]

Evelyn Boyd: Rocky Beach Crimes #3. Eiskalter Rausch.

André Marx: Die Drei ??? Labyrinth der Götter

John Barth: Lost in the Funhouse

Langston Hughes: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes.

Claude McKay: Harlem Shadows. The Poems of Claude McKay.

Jonathan Kellerman: Exit. Ein Alex Delaware Roman. [org. title: Devil‘s Waltz. An Alex Delaware Novel.] (reread)

David Henry Hwang: M Butterfly

James Oswald: The Book of Souls. An Inspector McLean Novel.

Jonathan Kellerman: Time Bomb. An Alex Delaware Novel. (reread)

Manuela Günter: Überleben schreiben. Zur Autobiographik der Shoah.

Birgit Kröhle: Geschichte und Geschichten. Die literarische Verarbeitung von Auschwitz-Erlebnissen.

Alexander F. Spreng: Der Fluch (reread)

Sibylle Schmidt: Zeugenschaft. Ethische und politische Dimensionen.

Sibylle Schmidt: Ethik und Episteme der Zeugenschaft

Kari Erlhoff & Christoph Dittert: Die Drei ??? und die Salztote

Jeanette McCurdy: I‘m Glad My Mom Died

E.T.A. Hoffmann: Der Sandmann

Hendrik Buchna: Die Drei ??? Drehbuch der Täuschung

Michael Scott: The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel #2. The Magician. (reread)

Alain Locke: The New Negro

Mascha Kaléko: Großstadtliebe. Lyrische Stenogramme.

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Der Tag der Toten

Georg Heym: Gedichte [herausgegeben von Stephan Hermlin]

Rose Ausländer: Hinter allen Worten. Gedichte. [herausgegeben von Helmut Braun]

Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita

Paul Celan: Ausgewählte Gedichte. Zwei Reden. [herausgegeben von Günther Busch]

Rich Cohen: Lake Shore Drive [org. title: Lake Effect]

Jan T. Gross: Neighbors. The Destruction of the Jewish Community in Jedwabne, Poland.

Kathy Reichs: Virals #2. Nur die Tote kennt die Wahrheit. [org. title: Seizure]

Jonathan Kellerman: Bones. An Alex Delaware Novel. (reread)

Akwaeke Emezi: You made a Fool of Death with your Beauty

Friedrich Schiller: Maria Stuart

Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho

Christian Handel: Die Hexenwald-Chroniken #2. Palast aus Gold und Tränen.

Maurice Leblanc: Arsène Lupin und der Schatz der Könige von Frankreich [org. title: L'Aiguille creuse]

E.T.A. Hoffmann: Nussknacker und Mausekönig

Marco Sonnleitner: Die Drei ??? Panik im Park

Ben Nevis: Die Drei ??? Tal des Schreckens

Michael Borlik: Ihr mich auch

Robert Arthur: Die Drei ??? und der grüne Geist [org. title: Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators in the Mystery of the Green Ghost]

Barbara Köhler: Niemands Frau. Gesänge.

Christoph Dittert: Die Drei ??? Hotel der Diebe

Cornelia Funke: Tintenwelt #4. Die Farbe der Rache.

DNF:

Thomas Ziebula: Paul Stainer #1. Der rote Judas.

Faye Kellerman: Mord im Garten Eden [org. title: The Garden of Eden and Other Criminal Delights]

[channeledhistory]

Wer trägt in Israel die Verantwortung, dass der Terrorangriff der Hamas überhaupt möglich wurde? Diese Frage ist bis heute nur zum Teil beantwortet worden. Das israelische Militär und auch die Geheimdienste haben bereits öffentlich ihr Versagen eingestanden. Von der Politik fehlt bisher dieses Bekenntnis.

Premier Benjamin Netanjahu selbst weigert sich beharrlich, eine unabhängige Untersuchungskommission einzurichten, was ihm viel Kritik einbringt. Stattdessen geht er in die Offensive und versucht, den Schwarzen Peter anderen zuzuschieben - vor allem Ronen Bar, dem Chef des Inlandsgeheimdienstes Shin Bet.

In einer Videobotschaft an die Nation wurde Netanjahu deutlich. Er will den Geheimdienstchef entlassen: "Zu jeder Zeit, aber vor allem in existenziellen Kriegszeiten, muss der Premierminister volles Vertrauen in den Direktor des Inlandsgeheimdienstes haben. Leider ist es nicht so: Ich habe dieses Vertrauen nicht. Ich bin überzeugt, dass dieser Schritt entscheidend ist, um die Organisation wiederherzustellen, um alle unsere Kriegsziele zu erreichen und um die nächste Tragödie zu verhindern."

Prompt reagierte Geheimdienstchef Ronen Bar und wies Netanjahus Ansinnen als - so wörtlich - inakzeptabel zurück. Eine solche Entlassung widerspreche dem Geheimdienstgesetz, das den Shin Bet als überparteiliche Institution einstufe.

Schon seit längerem gilt das Verhältnis zwischen dem Premierminister und seinem Geheimdienstchef als zerrüttet. Derzeit ermittelt der Shin Bet zu mutmaßlichen illegalen Beziehungen von Vertrauten Netanjahus zu Katar. Das Land gilt als enger Verbündeter der Hamas und vermittelt im Gaza-Krieg. Dass Ronen Bar gerade jetzt - während dieser laufenden Ermittlungen - abgezogen werden soll, macht Oppositionsführer Jair Lapid wütend: "Weil Ronen Bar diese Ermittlungen betreibt, hat sich Netanjahu entschieden, ihn von heute auf morgen zu entlassen. Sobald Ronen Bar geht, wird Netanjahu einen neuen Geheimdienstchef ernennen können. Und das wird eine Puppe sein, die dann diese Ermittlungen einstellt." Unterstützung bekommt Lapid von der Generalstaatsanwältin Gali Baharav-Miara. Sie erklärte, Netanjahu könne Bar nicht vor einer gründlichen juristischen Untersuchung der Umstände entlassen. Auch sie verwies auf mögliche Interessenkonflikte. Deutlicher wurde die frühere Präsidentin des Obersten Gerichtes, Dorit Beinish. Sie sieht Israel auf dem Weg zu einem autoritären Staat. "Eine Herrschaft, in der nur der Premierminister aufgrund von politischen und persönlichen Überlegungen all unsere Staatsfundamente ändern oder zerstören kann, beschreibt den Weg zur Diktatur. Diesen Weg können wir an anderen Beispielen sehen. Etwa in Ungarn und Polen ist man diesen Weg gegangen."

Am Mittwoch will Netanjahu die Zustimmung des Kabinetts zu seiner Entscheidung einholen. Es könnten in Israel heiße Tage werden. Denn in der Öffentlichkeit ist der Widerstand gegen die Ablösung von Ronen Bar als Shin Bet-Chef groß. Kritiker haben für die nächsten Tage zu Protestkundgebungen aufgerufen.

[...]

[aplacetosharemyfics]

Jesse's Last Holiday

Chapter 1: Jesse's Home

Jesse, who leads a dull life squashed under her oppressive husband, is left shocked when she discovers her terminal illness. Soon, she quits her job, leaves her husband, and sets out on a luxurious trip to Europe. While traveling, she meets Georgia Byrd, who has also recently quit working for Kragen's Department Store, who helps her step out of her shell.

Chapter 2: Jesse's Work

Working in the Woman's Delicate section of Kragen's Department Store can come with … problems. But this was not the problem Jesse had expected.

Chapter 3: Jesse's Discovery

With a bump on her head, the hospital doctors seem more incompetent than Jesse expected.

Chapter 4: Jesse's Deadline

Jesse discovers the truth behind her headache, and the incompetency of the Kragen-approved HMO.

Chapter 5: Jesse's Husband

What will Peter say about Jesse's diagnosis?

Chapter 6: Jesse's Ex-Work

First, Jesse will quit her job. Then tell Peter.

Chapter 7: Jesse's Ex-Husband

Peter doesn't take it well.

Chapter 8: Jesse's Money

Finally free of Peter, Jesse decides to find some money to fund her escape.

Chapter 9: Jesse's Flight

The safest place for Jesse was somewhere far, far away from Peter.

Chapter 10: Jesse's Drink

With a new friend, and a new seat, will Jesse finally be able to have fun?

Chapter 11: Georgia's Companion

Georgia Byrd is too kind, she decides. But she couldn't leave the young woman stuck underneath that chair.

Chapter 12: The Arrival

Felipe loves to work for the Grand-hotel Pupp, simply for the people he gets to meet.

Chapter 13: Jesse's Arrival

Landing in a helicopter was exhilarating, but the shear beauty of the hotel astounds Jesse more.

Chapter 14: Georgia's Arrival

Confident she has the money, Georgia prepares to explain Jesse's presence.

Chapter 15: Jesse's Ex-Boss

Georgia and Jesse weren't the only ones staying in the Grand-hotel Pupp that Christmas season.

Chapter 16: Jesse's Suit

Georgia has decided they can't stay in the Grand-hotel Pupp with their old clothes. And she has the money to do something about it.

Chapter 17: Matthew's Guests

Matthew Kragen is not at the Grand-hotel for pleasure.

Chapter 18: Georgia's Dinner

Dinner was the most exciting thing about the Grand-hotel Pupp for Georgia, cooked exclusively by Chef Didier!

Chapter 19: Matthew's Substitutions

Matthew substituted a lot in his life.

Chapter 20: Jesse's Dinner

Having the chef sitting at your table as you eat, Jesse decided, made it harder to swallow.

Chapter 21: Matthew's Dinner

Chef Didier has snubbed him for some random woman, his meat was too tough, and no one at his table was paying attention to him.

Chapter 22: Jesse's Spa

First on her bucket list: Relax.

Chapter 23: Georgia's Bed

There was nothing, Georgia had realised, liked a silk-sheet bed.

Chapter 24: Ms Burns' Skiing

Ms Burns wasn't as confident on the slopes as Matthew wanted her to be, but there were other things she could do.

Chapter 25: Georgia's Story

Reliving her plummet down the mountain on a snowboard was far more fun.

Chapter 26: The Ring

The chauffeur wasn't going to forget the mention of a wedding ring.

Chapter 27: Georgia's Spa

Meditation was meant to be a time for relieving problems. Why did Georgia always find herself with more problems?

Chapter 28: Ms Burns' Boss

What was Ms Burns doing there with Matthew Kragen?

Chapter 29: Senator Dillings' Dinner

Senator Dillings found himself captivated by Georgia Byrd. And a meal, his mother had told him, was the perfect way to start a relationship (even if everyone else tagged along).

Chapter 30: Jesse's Headache

She was lucky, Jesse guessed, that no other symptoms had appeared.

Chapter 31: Ms Burns' Briefing

Just the safety briefing for Base-jumping made Ms Burns' stomach turn.

Chapter 32: Miss Gunther's Commission

Guests knew that Miss Gunther, for the right amount, could find out anything.

Chapter 33: Jesse's Letter

Telling Georgia to her face was too hard, so Jesse settled on a letter. At least, she wouldn't have to watch her read it.

Chapter 34: Miss Gunther's Mission

Miss Gunther confirmed the two occupants of the Byrd suite were out before entering.

Chapter 35: A Doctor's Diagnosis

Should he tell them he'd been pretending to listen to the patient's heart for two minutes straight?

Chapter 36: Miss Gunther's Confession

Miss Gunther had never felt closer to a guest before.

Chapter 37: Georgia's Outing

Kragen's party (excluding the man himself) where simply trying to cheer up a friend who (they assumed) had received bad news.

Chapter 38: Georgia's Disappointment

She'd been thinking more and more about the cheerful Senator that had been missing from Louisiana.

Chapter 39: Jesse's Bedtime

Sleep was good for a patient.

Chapter 40: Matthew's Discovery

Meeting Miss Gunther in private was getting harder with the preparations for the New Year's celebrations happening in almost every room.

Chapter 41: Georgia's Offer

Once Georgia heard of the avalanche from Miss Gunther, only one thought came to mind. What about the kitchen?

Chapter 42: Matthew's Revelation

If everyone knew Georgia was a fraud, everything would return to how it used to be. Right?

Chapter 43: Georgia's Visitor

Georgia didn't expect to be left alone after everything.

Chapter 44: Georgia's Bravo

Kragen was on the ledge. Ms Burns was only antagonising him. She couldn't let Jesse go out there. So …

Chapter 45: Jesse's Husband Part 2

After all this time, she'd thought she'd overcome the fear.

Chapter 46: Marie's Ceiling

It was like a Rembrandt, or a Monet, she couldn't look away.

Chapter 47: Peter Smith's Wife

She was his possession, what kept his lifestyle the way he liked it.

Chapter 48: Jesse's Relief

What did the Congressman and Senator say?

Chapter 49: Georgia's Kitchen

She was finally doing what she loved, in a place she loved. The only problem was the missing presence at her side.

[sohannabarberaesque]

So just imagine, if you will--

A nearly-teenage Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm, in their prehistoric naked glory, swimming underwater at some lake near Bedrock and sensing much fascination throughout at the experience ...

Precious Pupp, to the sheer disbelief of Granny Sweets, actually picking up on bodysurfing one afternoon at the beach ...

Punkin Puss, for some reason or another, deciding to take a week off from chasing Mushmouse and instead setting up camp beside some Ozarks-region stream to save his sanity ...

Honey and Sis actually preparing omlettes for a late-night brekkie coincident with one of their shortwave worldcasts, and even their Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch correspondent takes bemused notice in his QSL report, read on air not long afterward ...

Lippy the Lion, as diving counsellor at some fresh-air camp in the Adirondacks, providing especially close lessons in diving to an 11-year-old camper as was sent there on campership because of an abusive situation at home, one finding the parents blaming the child for reducing the home to "wrack and ruin" because of liquor more than anything ...

In a somewhat related vein, Peter Potamus relating tales from his experiences in Polynesia Uncharted involving fair-skinned youngsters just barely approaching their flowering fleeing abusive scenarios at sea going the "castaway" route and finding some fresh hope (and new lives) in the company of naked and unashamed natives as teach him just now wonderfully natural sexuality is and show him the fascination that is diving naked, among other things worthwhile ...

[skyetenshi]

Ohne Weiteres sind wir wieder in Californien. Das habe ich nicht erwartet, aber es freut mich sehr. Instant sind die Farben wieder hübsch.

Die Jungs finden den verschwundenen Jungen, der mittlerweile ein Opa ist. Der Opa erzählt von seiner traumatischen Kindheit, und ich hoffe, dass das jetzt nicht legitimieren soll, dass es Peter mit seinem Rotz-Vater ja gar nicht so schlecht geht.

Es werden noch mal ein paar offene Sachen verknüpft und dann sind wir wieder bei den Jonases. Ich finde Mathilda ist ein bisschen zu herrisch. Ich meine, wir alle kennen die Rufe von ihr nach ihrem Neffen, aber ich bin daran gewöhnt, dass die eher angenervt klingen und nicht als würde sie gleich mit der Bratpfanne drohen.

Und wieder finden wir ein paar schöne Details mit der hässliche schwarzen Stoffkatze und der Vodoo-Puppe.

Ahhh, das Telefonklingeln. Love it.

Okay, der Abspannsong hätte halt wirklich nicht Not getan. Ich sag nicht, dass es ein schlechter Song ist, weil das generell nicht so meine Musik ist, aber ich finde der passt thematisch da überhaupt nicht rein. Es wird gesunden von "was am Ende von uns bleibt" und "Memories&Stories" etc. Und die Kids sind was? 13? 14? Das passt einfach nicht zu einem Haufen von Kids. Und klar kann man sagen, aber es sind ja schon alte Geschichten und Memories&Stories bezieht sich darauf, was für die Hörspiele für mich absolut wahr ist, aber zum Film und auch zur Story der Jungs passt es einfach nicht. Ich bin jetzt auch nicht böse darüber, dass sie kein von den Kids gesungenes Lied darein gepackt haben, was in meiner Jugend gelegentlich vorkam. Aber ich hätte einfach gerne ein Lied gehabt was ein bisschen mehr diesen Californien/Mystery-Style hat. Hätte ich einfach mehr gefeiert. Oder noch mal den Introsong. Den fand ich super. (What You Know - Lied von Two Door Cinema Club)

Fazit:

Ich hatte Spaß mit dem Film. Er hat mich jetzt nicht vom Hocker gerissen, aber er war auch nicht schlecht. (Bis auf dieses furchtbare Klischee, was man mit Peters Vater durchgezogen hat. Das fühlt sich für mich halt nach extrem lazy writing an. Als müsste man es irgendwie legitimieren, dass die Jungs alles auf eigene Faust machen und einen Konflikt untereinander entwicklen. Ich hab mich darüber auch bei @jobroedchen-blog ausgelassen und uns sind sofort mehrere Filme eingefallen, wo Eltern ziemlich genauso handeln. [Wilde Kerle, Drachenzähmen leicht gemacht, Wicki und die Starken Männer, Bibi Blocksberg, Hook] Und die Liste könnte wahrscheinlich endlos länger sein.)

Von den Schauspielern her, muss ich sagen, ich finde die Kids haben das super gemacht. Der Schauspieler von Peter - Nevio Wendt - allen voran, weil er auch die emotional komplexeste Rolle der drei hatte und auch überzeugend gespielt hat. Für Justus hätte ich mir etwas mehr Bravado in seinen Detektivelement gewünscht, aber das hat nicht mit dem Schauspieler und eher mit dem Skript zu tun. Bob kam etwas kürzer, weil er nicht so in den Konflikt seiner Kollegen eingebunden wurde, aber das finde ich okay. Wir durften sehen wie er recherchiert und vermittelt.

Ich finde es ein bisschen schade, dass man bei den Jungs nicht ein wenig mit den Haarfarben nachgeholfen hat, weil jetzt hatten wir drei blonde Jungs in unterschiedlcihen Abstufungen. Aber das sind so Kleinigkeiten.

Ich hätte mir auch gewünscht, dass die drei mehr zwischenmenschliches bekommen. Dass sie sich mehr gegenseitig mobben und auf den Arm nehmen. Sie sind fast den ganzen Film über ziemlich ernst miteinander. Das kommt nich ganz nach der langjährigen Freundschaft rüber sondern eher nach dem verflixten siebten Jahr. Aber vielleicht bin ich da auch gerade falsch gepolt, weil ich die letzten Tage TKKG gehört habe und mir bis dahin nicht gewusst war, wie viel die sich früher in alle Richtungen gemobbt haben. Lieb ich ja bei Freundschaften.

Zur Story muss ich sagen, das war okay. Nicht so schwer, dass man sie gar nicht durchschauen könnte, wobei man tatsächlich wenig Hinweise auf den Koch bekommen hat. Ich fand es auch ganz gut, dass die Jungs gefühlt nach und nach mehr Räume und Orte gefunden haben. Aber ich habe die längste Zeit nicht wirklich geblickt wonach jetzt gesucht wird, aber ich habe darauf auch wenig geachtet und... ihr wisst. Ich und mein Weinchen.

Was soll ich sonst sagen? Ich liebe es wie Rocky Beach aussieht und ich möchte einen Film, der nur dort spielt.

Ich liebe es, wie der Schrottplatz aufgebaut ist, wie alles scheinbar die ganze Zeit in Nachmittagssonne getaucht ist.

Ich finde es auch wirklich schon, dass sie wenig super moderne Endgeräte eingebracht haben, aber auch, dass das wenige was wir von Rocky Beach gesehen haben, halbwegs Zeitlos wirkt.

Ganz ehrlich, ich habe Hoffnung für den nächsten Film. Wenn sich die Schauspieljungs untereinander noch besser kennenlernen und vielleicht auch mehr eine Chemie aufbauen können (vorausgesetzt die Besetztung ändert sich nicht) glaube ich könnte das sehr cool werden.

Schrottplatzkids, ich warne vor, der folgende Post und eventuele rebloggs meinerseits können seltsam werden. Ich habe vor mir "Das Erbe das Drachen" anzusehen, ich hab bereits einen halben Mojito intus und der wirkt fantastisch weil ich seit 9 Stunden praktisch nichts mehr gegessen habe. Meine Wangen sind heiß, meine Augen tränen aus mir unerfindlichen Gründen und ich bin bereit wegen dem Film komplett auszurasten (sowohl im positiven als auch im negativen, das wird sich zeigen, hauptsache keine halben Sachen.). Let's go.

Okay.... ich fühle das intro!

Und Blacky <3 Ah, und Familie Jonas. Ich mag den Vibe, aber mein mojito und ich sind hesitant. Großartig, ich habe 5 Sekunden Peter gesehen und fühle mich jetzt schon mit ihm, weil man ihm das sehr typische Daddy-kommt-nicht-zu-deinem-Sportevent-Trope verpasst hat. Und für den Hörspiel-Peter fühle ich dieses Trope gar nicht. Bei dem fühlt es sich eher an als zöge er sseine Bestätigung rein aus dem Sport, aber dann wieder rum sind die Jungs hier noch etwas jünger und das könnte sich natürlich noch entwickeln, gerade daraus, dass Vaddi immer wieder mal nicht auftaucht. Awww Bob ist süß, charming und langhaarig. Ich adoptiere ihn jetzt. *quietsch* Speedy Pete! Natürlich muss auch der Film in auf die Masse an seltsamen Spitznamen, die Peter bekommt drauflegen. Fantastisch. Und ich bin noch keine 5 Minuten im Film, aber die Background Musik und Farbgebung/Beleuchtung erinnert mich an Life is Strange, was ich nicht erwartet hätte aber nicht unwillkommen ist. Und Rocky Beach ist sehr hübsch. Die Zentrale ist deutlich zu aufgeräumt für unsere Chaoten, aber lassen wir das. Übrigends ein fantastischen Detail, den Totenkopf auf der Truhe zu zeigen. Das sorgt für eine gewisse zeitliche Einordnung. Okay, ich muss Peter auch adoptieren. Mr Shaw bekommt noch mehr Minuspunkte in der Dadnote. Peter sieht halt in einem Facecall eine verstörte Frau, die rumkreischt und fragt seinen Vater was da los ist und der wirft ihm vor im Detektivmodus zu sein. ALTER! Als wäre es nicht normal zu fragen, was los ist wenn man eine offensichtlich panische Frau sieht. Das nennt sich Menschlichkeit, du Arsch. Nebenbei absolutes Kompliment an den Schauspieler von Peter. Seltsen konnte man jemanden so sehr ansheen, wie abgefuckt und enttäuscht man von den eigenen Eltern ist. Entschuldigt mal, ich glaube Peters Vater hat ihm gerade auf den Arsch gehauen. ....ich check das kurz. Ja Mr Shaw haut seinem eigenen Sohn mit einem Technik-Koffer auf den Hintern. Weil er möchte dass die Jungen ins Auto einsteigen. ...willkommen zu den Drei ??? und das misshandelte Kind. (Ach so heißt der Film nicht...? Sind wir sicher?) Ich muss gestehen, ich finds ein wenig schade, dass wir nach 10 Minuten schon in Rumänien angekommen sind. Ich hätte gerne noch mehr Rocky Beach gesehen. Oh in Rumänien wird Bob erst mal vom Hausmeister auf rumänisch angemotzt und angepackt. Was sind das für Menschen die einfach Random Kinder angrabbeln? Die Drei ??? melden sich bei Hank zum Dienst als Kunstblutexperten beim Filmdreh und Peter ist verhalten glücklich, weil das Schloss natürlich angeblich bespukt wird. Dann taucht aber sein Vaddern auf und er sieht instant viel gestresster aus und blickt zu seinen Freunden, wie um Hilfe zu bitten. Ich weiß, dass der Film für Kinder ist, aber in meinem Erwachsenengehirn eskalieren alle Alarmglocken, für misshandelte Kinder. (Und... wirklich? Kunstblutexperten? Blut ist nun wirklich ein Novum in Hollywood. Da gibt es Experten für ohne, dass man den eigenen Sohn und deissen Freunde mitschlept. Das kann man auch schon fertig kaufen.) Natürlich ist Mr Shaw schon wieder ein Arsch. Peter erwähnt nur kurz Spuk und schon steht er da mit "Ich dachte, wir hätten eine Abmachung?" Like what? In einem alten Schloss in Transilvanieren zu stehen einen Film über das Vorbild von Dracula zu machen und dabei niemals das Wort Spuk zu erwähnen? WTF. Und direkt wird Peter wieder von seinem Vaddern angepfiffen, für etwas, was er nicht wissen konnte. Na vielen Dank auch. In den Szenen mit seinem Vater hat Peter praktisch auch gar keinen Text. Das alles spricht wirklich nicht für eine gesunde Vater-Sohn-Beziehung. Die Jungs finden die Gräfin in einem Schaukelstuhl sitzend und um zu testen, ob sie noch lebt wollte Justus ihr ins Gesicht patschen. That could work, i guess. (Der Post wird für tumblr zu lang, machen wir in einem reblogg weiter)

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From a “Peter Pupp” story by Bob Kane in Jumbo Comics #1, September 1938.

Info from Grand Comics Database

[foreverindreamlandd]

Awake My Soul • 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 7k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Lol what ISN'T there a warning for in this one?? Canon level violence. Use of restraints and a collar (of the non-spice variety) Mentions of blood, vomiting, torture, needles, loss of limbs, angst. Chapter takes place in a prison. Col not knowing how to write heist stuff lol :,) And another one of our beloved cliffhangers.

**Meine kleine Puppe - My little doll

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**There is a playlist for this fic, but linking it here messes up the tags so feel free to check it out in the series masterlist!

Once you had gathered your supplies, Bucky guided you to the science building.

“There’s a window on the second floor that is close to the wall. We can climb over from there,” Bucky whispered into your ear. 

You wanted to press further, but the two of you froze as you opened the door to the building, noticing the faint amount of light coming from the science lab.

Parker. He was probably pulling another accidental one-nighter.

Bucky took your hand, turning to give you a small reassuring nod, then slowly crept past the lab.

A mixture of nerves and curiosity dared you to sneak a peek, only to find Peter’s back to you, completely lost in whatever project he was working on.

Bucky continued on, leading you to a small room upstairs, where - low and behold - you saw a window that had a perfect view of the top of the brick wall that surrounded the camp.

He jumped up first, reaching out and grabbing the bags from you before taking your hand and pulling you up next to him. 

Then, he rifled through his bag, pulling out the grappling hook he used to use before getting the metal arm, securing it to the structure before climbing down.

You looked over to your left at the watchtower, anxiety pooling in your stomach.

The gang was going to be so pissed at you two. 

They had every right to be. You were going against protocol and stealing valuable resources in the process.

However, when your eyes landed on the soft, amber glow of the alarm system above Clint, a sense of peace washed over your anxious thoughts.

At least they would be okay here. You and Bucky could do the dirty work without putting more of them at risk.

Hopefully. There was also a good chance that this would fail horribly and cause a whole shitstorm of trouble for everyone you cared about and put them into more danger than they had ever experienced before.

Which was impressive, seeing that you had all been living in a zombie apocalypse for five years.

Before your mind could wander through all the ways this could go wrong, you heard the gentle thud of Bucky’s feet landing on the ground below. You followed his lead and were by his side in seconds.

Once you were both safely on the other side, Bucky did some sort of cool, random-yet-intentional maneuver with the rope and suddenly the grappling hook was in his hand.

Just as quickly, it was hitched back up to his side and his hand was grabbing yours, guiding you into the dark woods. 

You knew you were about to hit the invisible perimeter that triggered the watchtower lights, though you had no idea where it was or how you’d be able to locate it so specifically in order to not set it off.

Suddenly, Bucky was slowing you both down, staring in front of you at nothing.

He crouched low to the ground, side stepping under what you could only assume was the border, pulling you along as you followed suit, crouching down and side stepping under the line you couldn’t see.

When you were on the other side and standing straight, Bucky turned to you with a concerned look. “Hope that was the right spot.”

Right when your eyes widened in panic, his mouth curved up into a smile, and you slapped his arm slightly with a scoff, pulling a boyish chuckle from him that made you giddy even under the stressful circumstances.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Bucky said, pulling you along with a smile still on his face. “Next up, we gotta find ourselves a ride.”

It was about a day's trip on foot through dense woods until you reached a vast, lush clearing, covered with tall grass and wildflowers.

You let out a small gasp, and Bucky looked over at you with a smile on his face.

“Yeah. It’s pretty nuts isn’t it?”

“Is this where you finally show me that your skin glitters under the sunlight because it’s the skin of a killer?”

Thus, another moment was ‘ruined’ as Bucky groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry to once again disappoint, Sweetheart, but I swear I’m not actually a hundreds of years old vampire who’s weirdly obsessed with you.”

You pouted. “You’re not obsessed with me, Beefcake?”

His nostrils flared “I was referring more to the whole vampire thing.”

“So you are obsessed with me?” you said with a smug grin.

He shrugged. “You’re alright.”

You shoved his arm and he laughed, a sound that still continued to make your heart flutter.

He led you through the clearing until you were in the middle, and then he put the fingers of his right hand to his mouth and let out a loud whistle.

You jerked back, no longer used to hearing such a loud sound after years of training yourself be  completely silent at all times. You tried to pull his hand away to get him to stop, but he just shook his head and let out another whistle.

Once he was done alerting the entire world of your presence, he rested a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine. The woods surrounding this place conceal any sound. No walkers or runners can hear it unless they were already in the clearing.”

“Then who will hear it?”

He smiled, and when you followed his gaze ahead of you, your breath hitched.

Horses, you counted five, were trotting over to you. All a vast array of different colors and sizes. Was that a fucking Clydesdale in the lead?

A pure white mustang galloped forward, racing toward the two of you at such speed you felt yourself flinch, ready to get out of its path.

But Bucky’s hand on your shoulder squeezed lightly, as if to say it was fine.

Just as the white horse got close enough, they slowed down, walking directly up to Bucky, their head lowered as they let out a soft nicker in greeting.

Bucky smiled, moving to stroke his hand along the horse’s muzzle.

“Hey pretty girl,” he cooed. “Miss me?”

A sound that came out like a disgruntled snort from the horse had you cackling. 

“Oh, she’s sassy. I like her.”

Bucky chuckled, moving along to inspect for any injuries. 

“Sweetheart, say hello to Alpine.”

“Is she my new competition or something, Beefcake?” you asked, moving to mimic Bucky’s gesture of gently running your hand along the mustang’s muzzle. Her eyes blinked slowly in approval and you smiled.

“Well, she had previously been the only girl in my life. But I’m pretty sure her and Charger are a thing,” he pointed over to a brown appaloosa. “So you’ll have to do.”

You met Alpine’s eye. “Has he always been this annoying?”

Her and Bucky let out a simultaneous snort.

A flash of gray caught your eye and you looked over your shoulder to find another horse approaching. This one had a gray, almost bluish coat with a black mane. They walked right over to you, nudging your back with their nose.

You giggled, turning to pat their neck. “Well hey there. And who are you?”

“That’s actually a new one,” Bucky said, standing straight, hands on his hips. “Never seen him around before.” You hovered your hand flat against his mouth and he licked your palm. “And it looked like I might have some new competition,” he added with a huff.

“Oh don’t worry, Buck. You’re still my number one guy.” You wiggled your brows. “For now.”

“Alright, alright, enough flirting already. You’re welcome to take him if you’re comfortable, or I can pick out one of our regulars.”

“Absolutely not.” You smiled over at Bucky, then back at the almost black eyes of the horse by your side. “I’m taking Hades.”

“What happened that night?” you finally asked two days into your journey. “When Hydra attacked?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he looked down at Alpine’s mane.

“We used to be based out of a big church, one with a giant sanctuary and dorms for the nuns and shit. Steve and I were on watch that last night when the alarm went off. I went down to inspect and found Ward, and I thought all was fine until suddenly I was on the ground, unconscious. Once I came to, the church was on fire. I went out to save the others but half of them had already been…you know.”

He paused for a few minutes before continuing.

“I found Sarah carrying Carol out of the dorms, and she told me Steve went in to get the boys. They had run upstairs to hide from our attackers - we stupidly hadn’t figured out it was Hydra until you said they had taken Steve. 

“Anyways, they were in a room on the top floor. The building was up in flames, ready to collapse at any second. I was through each room, screaming their names when I heard them crying for help. I ran in to find them huddled in a corner while Steve was trying to fight off this guy. He looked like he had been shot in the stomach, and he was losing the fight. I threw my blade into the guy's neck and Steve used the momentum to push him out the window. But the fucking impact caused the ceiling to collapse, and Steve was trapped. He told me….he told me to take the boys and go, and I didn’t want to leave. I tried to climb through the rubble, but the building started shaking and we knew it was about to collapse and the boys were screaming for help behind me and-”

“Buck,” you said, guiding Hades closer to him so that you could reach for his hand. His jaw began flexing and unflexing as he fought back tears.

“I searched for him for days. Even when we left and were hiding in the fog right outside our new camp, I would sneak out and go back. To find any trace or sign that he was alive. That he had gotten out. But there was no way, not with the damage left behind. It would have been impossible for him to survive that.”

“Which is why you shouldn’t feel guilty about any of this,” you interjected. “From what you’ve told me about him, I know for a fact that Steve wouldn’t want you to be. He made a choice, and that choice allowed you to return AJ and Cass to their mom. And if you had found out he was alive, you would have done the same shit you did days ago where you would try to run in completely unprepared by yourself and gotten you and Steve killed.”

“Geesh, thanks for the pep talk, babe.”

You looked over at him with a guilty expression, only to find him smiling at you.

Your eyes narrowed. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” he said. “And maybe I’ve turned more introspective in my old age-” you snorted “-but I can’t stop thinking about the whole cause and effect of this whole shitty situation. Like I said before, if I found out Steve survived the fall he wouldn’t have been taken to Hydra, and he wouldn’t have been there to get you out. And what would that have meant? Hydra would still have hold of a potential cure that we would have no knowledge about, we wouldn’t have access to information about their weapons, their base, the way they operate-”

“You also wouldn’t have met the girl of your dreams…” you added expectantly, giving him a look.

“Well, that goes without saying, Sweetheart.” He winked at you and you gripped Hades’s mane for extra support.

“Well, I’d like you to say it.”

Bucky gave you a soft, adoring smile as he adjusted his weight on Alpine to lean closer.

“If none of that shit happened,” he murmured, and you found yourself gravitating toward him like a magnet, “I wouldn’t have met the girl of my dreams, the best thing to ever happen to me.”

And then he kissed you.

You waited until nightfall.

3am to be exact. That was the time you knew would be the quietest. The main Hydra leaders were usually asleep by then, leaving the fortress only guarded by a few men.

Bucky was begrudging as you convinced him to allow you to take the lead back to the concrete prison. You literally knew exactly where it was, but he didn’t like the idea of you being in front of  danger while he followed behind.

After a few smacks to the chest and jokingly calling him an anti-feminist, he finally caved, muttering at how stubborn you were as you held a fist in the air in victory. A fist he then immediately grabbed and kissed the knuckles of, which made your stomach fill with butterflies.

So now here you both were, jogging on the pads of your feet down the small hill toward the metal gate surrounding the grounds.

Four watchtowers were posted on the corners of the perimeter, one guard assigned one each at all times, along with two more guards walking along the fence.

There was a two minute window where one of the sides would be clear of ground patrol. 

Two. Minutes.

Not a lot of time.

You had worked with less.

So as soon as the guard walked around the corner to the other side, you and Bucky got to work, making your way to the middle of the gate that was in a blindspot for the watchtower guards.

Bucky gave you a small nod, which you returned as you held up the blaster, turning it on.

A small, blue, glowing light appeared at the tip, pulsating as the heat traveled up and down the weapon, ready to be released in a deadly ray.

Luckily there was no need for blasting in this instance, thanks to a testing session you were a part of with Peter and Bruce.

“I made some slight modifications,” Banner had said. “Instead of this just being a machine to kill, it can be a tool. Adds more efficiency to the product while also helping me feel less guilty about replicating something to take lives when zombies are already doing a good enough job of that.”

You held the blaster to the metal gate, instantly parts of the iron away until there was a human-sized hole for you and Bucky to crawl through.

That took about one minute. The next thirty seconds was spent trying to stand the melted off piece back in place so that it sort of looked like it did before.

Hopefully they would simply miss the new gaps.

Hopefully.

Next, you went to the door located directly across from you, creeping through the shadows as quickly and quietly as possible.

You melted away the door handle, readjusting your hold on the blaster as you stepped back inside your former prison, clutching it to your chest, ready to shoot anyone in your path.

You weren’t going to let them take you again. Not without a fight.

The two of you made your way through the various hallways, bile pooling in your throat the farther you walked in, head growing dizzy, but you stayed alert even as panic tried to take over.

There were a few guards you spotted here and there, and you pressed your backs to the wall as they passed in hopes that they would not see you. Each time they simply walked by, unaware of the intruders that had broken into their impenetrable fortress.

It wasn’t until you passed a familiar hallway, past a sign that read DIRECTOR, that your steps began to slow, fear finally starting to win.

Bucky noticed the falter in your movements and gently squeezed your arm. You turned to him and he kissed your temple in reassurance. For a fraction of a second, you allowed yourself to lean into him, a temporary moment of him completely supporting you, holding you up. Keeping you steady.

You closed your eyes, then continued forward with a steady stride once again.

From the spot you had entered, you knew you were going to have to pass through the testing wing of the building before getting to the cells where Steve most likely was. This was a bit of a setback, because the testing wing was always the most heavily guarded. Hydra’s most precious guinea pigs were kept there, and they didn’t want anything messing with their toys. 

One of the doors in the hallway was open, and you could hear voices of multiple men talking inside.

“I swear, Paulding had her.” You stopped right next to the door as you waited for John Walker to continue, your finger hovering over the trigger of your weapon. “He was able to pick up on her tracks, and said that he’d be back in a week with her. She must have taken him down.”

“Or a fucking zombie did, you idiot.” Your blood ran cold at the new, familiar voice that growled at Walker. One that haunted your nightmares almost every night.

Brock Rumlow. Schmidt’s right hand man. The one assigned to torture you endlessly as he and Zola ran test after test on your body. Slicing your skin to see how long you lasted before passing out, slapping you awake when you finally did to start the process over and over again-

“I just don’t understand why we have to keep going out to search for one chick,” Walker argued. “We have plenty of other…subjects to use for our purposes.”

Brock growled. “This one’s different and you know it. We need her blood if we want to continue our work. Walker, if the next search team comes back with nothing, we’ll have them follow Paulding’s route and see if you were right. And if you’re not, we’ll look somewhere else. We’re not gonna stop until we find her.”

That’s when realization set in, and you heard the faint sound of Bucky taking a sharp inhale of breath as he connected the dots.

They were talking about you.

We’re not gonna stop.

It hit you then how stupid it was for you to be here. How stupid it was for you to think there might ever be a day that you would be free of them. That they might move on and forget about you.

Every part of your body was begging to flee, to run out of here as quickly as possible and never look back.

No, you thought. Not until we get Steve.

Instead of moving away, you slowly, carefully peeked your head into the room where the men were talking, only allowing yourself enough of a glimpse to see how they were situated.

You let out a silent breath of relief when your gaze was met with two backs, their attention on the dart board at the other end of the room.

Turning to Bucky briefly, you cocked your head toward the other end of the hallway, and the two of you walked gingerly past the open door, continuing on.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered when he finally felt that the coast was clear.

All you could do was nod, even though that wasn’t the truth.

“Do you want me to go back and kill them all right now? Cause I kinda do.”

You bit back a small smile, shaking your head side to side.

After passing by Brock and the other guys, you started walking by different rooms with names on them. Your steps slowed in horror when you got to the fifth room.

Rogers.

Steve.

He was supposed to be in the cells with other prisoners. Not here. Never here.

Without thinking, without considering your options or obstacles, you grabbed the handle and turned it.

As soon as you stepped inside, you felt a wave of emotion nearly crush you where you stood as every memory of being in one of these rooms flooded your mind. 

The smell.

The tools.

The chair.

The blood.

It was all so overwhelming that it took a few seconds for you to notice the two people standing over the chair. A tall man with short brown hair and angular face, and Dr. Zola.

The chair was facing away from you, but you could see the back of Steve’s blond head peeking over the top of it.

Both of them wore confused expressions, but then the tall man’s face relaxed as he looked at Bucky, a syringe in his hand.

“Barnes,” he said, as if greeting an old friend. “Good to see you, man.”

“You son of a bitch,” Bucky growled, ready to charge, but you whipped your arm out to stop him as soon as the guy reached for a pistol and pointed it to Steve’s head.

This had to be Ward. Former friend of Shield, now threatening to kill the person he used to call a friend.

It had all been a lie. You could tell by the way Ward stared at Bucky with complete hollowness in his eyes, not a single trace of care for the man before him.

The sudden rage you felt was almost enough to quell your dread, but then Zola started to giggle.

“My stars, can it be? Meine kleine Puppe**? She has returned to me at last!” He clapped his hand together in delight.

Bucky hissed, pushing against your arm but remaining in place as Ward pushed the pistol against Steve’s temple.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Ward cooed. “Don’t you fucking dare, Barnes.” He flashed his eyes over to you and grinned. “So, you must be the infamous Y/n. I had always intended on introducing myself while you were being….worked on here a few months back, but then you managed to get out thanks to this prick.” He looked over at Steve - who you now realized hadn’t moved since you walked in - then back at you. “I’m glad I finally have the chance to meet Hydra’s favorite pet.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m going to kill you.”

Ward shrugged. “You can try, but you know I’m a quick shot, Buck.” Hearing his nickname come from this monster’s mouth brought back your rage. “I’ll make sure Stevie goes down with me. And after I kill you, I’ll make sure to have my fun with your new favorite pet.” He gave you a smug grin and a wink.

This fucking asshole.

“Wanna bet?” you said, twisting your blaster a few inches to the left and pulled the trigger.

And just like that, the gun pressed against Steve’s head - and the hand holding it - was gone.

Not a drop of blood fell from the wound, the heat of the blast cauterizing it instantly.

Ward stared at the now empty space that his appendage now missing from his body, a scream on the tip of his tongue.

You and Bucky wasted no time jumping into action, him running towards Ward and you towards  Zola. 

Zola tried to pull out his own blaster, but you landed a right hook to his face before he could manage to touch the weapon, and the small, surprisingly weak scientist was on the ground unconscious.

Though Ward had just been seriously injured, he still put up a decent fight, him and Bucky grunting almost in unison as they tried to wrestle one another.

A large part of you wanted to help him, you knew that the longer this scene played out the more likely a commotion would start, and time was already not on your side.

You turned to Steve, who lay unconscious before you. There was a strange, metal collar around his neck.

Lowering the blaster to your side, you shook him with your free hand. “Steve, Steve!”

He jerked awake, gasping for air. His eyes narrowed when they met yours, as if he thought he was dreaming.

“It’s me,” you said. “We’re here to get you.” You looked over at Bucky, who had just elbowed Ward in the nose.

“Collar,” Steve finally rasped, looking down at something. His whole body was rigid, as if fighting off some unknown force. “Get..the collar off.”

“How?” you asked, looking for some sort of release button. 

“Zola…key.”

Turning to the passed out scientist on the ground, you noticed a ring of keys falling out of the pocket of his lab coat. You jumped down to retrieve it, fumbling through the different keys.

“Which one?” You held up key after key. From the corner of your eye, you saw that Ward had Bucky in a headlock. You had to hurry.

Steve coughed. “That one,” he responded as a tiny metal key that matched the material of the collar rested between your fingers. He tried to sit forward as much as he could. “It’s…in the back.”

You looked at the back of his neck, finding a small, key-sized hole. As soon as you pushed the key in and turned it to the left, the collar came undone.

Steve let out a massive sigh of relief, eyes closing for a second. 

He looked up at you with a skeptical smile. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You laughed, tears of relief welling in your eyes as you cut his restraints. “We’re here to rescue you, Steve Rogers.”

His brow furrowed and he stood up from the chair. “We?”

Steve’s eyes followed yours as you turned to Bucky, who was now standing over Ward’s unconscious form, breathing heavily as he stared at Steve.

“Bucky?” Steve breathed out in a perfect mixture of shock and confusion.

Bucky smiled. “Hey, punk.”

Steve’s jaw tightened, his own eyes filling with fresh tears as he ran over to wrap his arms around his childhood friend in a tight hug.

Bucky let out a small, wet sob, returning his best friend’s embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he cried out. “Had I known you were alive-”

“You would have done a really stupid thing, like try to break me out?” Steve finished, pulling him back.

“Something like that.”

“How did you know where to find me?”

Bucky’s eyes flashed to you and Steve turned around. 

“You?” Steve asked, trying to put the pieces of an impossibly chaotic puzzle together.

You shrugged. “You know how it is in a zombie apocalypse. The world becomes hilariously small and suddenly everyone knows everyone.”

Steve chuckled, nodding once before walking over and pulling you in for your own hug.

From this small moment, this tiny, comforting gesture, you knew instantly why people who follow this guy to the end of the line.

A small, faint murmuring pulled you from the moment, and you all turned to find Zola stirring, moaning in pain.

“We gotta go,” Bucky said, taking your hand.

Steve grabbed the blaster from Zola’s hand, following behind.

It didn’t seem like anyone had noticed the three of you or the fight in the testing room, so you backtracked down the path you and Bucky had gone down to get here, cautiously making your way past guards and any lingering members of Hydra. 

Even when you looked into the room with John and Brock, you once again saw their backs as they continued playing their game and laughing about stupid shit.

Right as you walked by their open door, you finally allowed yourself to believe that you had pulled this whole thing off.

“RUMLOW! WALKER!” Ward’s voice boomed throughout the prison. “SHE’S HERE. Y/N’S IN THE BUILDING WITH ROGERS!”

Nevermind.

The three of you broke into a sprint down the hall as sirens began blaring. A woman appeared suddenly, blocking your path with a gun in her hand. She started shooting, causing you to pivot and turn down a hallway to your left.

“I don’t know the way out from here!” you whisper-yelled.

“Follow me,” Steve called, taking the lead. “I have an idea.”

He steered you down different hallways, shifting his path whenever you were face to face with another guard, until you had finally reached a long corridor. At the end of it was a large, metal door. 

“That’s not the one we came in through!” you yelled, no longer caring about someone potentially hearing you. “I don’t have time to melt off the handle or hinges!”

Steve shook the back of his head at you. “I got it!” He picked up his pace. 

“What the hell are you gonna do Steve? Punch an industrial metal door open?” Bucky yelled from behind you.

Your eyes widened in horror as a chuckle rumbled out of the man in front.

“Steve, are you out of your mind?” you exclaimed. “That’ll kill you-”

Steve slammed into the door, both him and it flying into the air and landing on the ground outside.

What the actual fuck?

You and Bucky ran to help Steve up, which gave the guards posted up at the towers enough time to aim their rifles and start shooting. 

At this point, you didn’t give two shits about subtlety, so rather than carefully melting the individual pieces of metal on the gate, you held up your blaster and shot a massive hole for you to run through.

And then, for good measure, you pointed it at the tower to your right and shot a hole just under the guard, causing the entire top of it to crumble.

With nothing holding you back, the three of you booked it through the gate and outside the prison walls toward Alpine and Hades. 

“Sweetheart, I’ll ride with you,” Bucky said, standing beside Alpine. “Steve can take Alpine.”

“Nah, you both take a horse, I’ll run.”

“Dude, what are you talking-”

“I’ll explain later. It’s better this way so that you don’t wear out the horses. Besides, I’m pretty sure I could outrun them if I really tried.”

“Even if that were true,” you said, shaking your head, “you’d exhaust yourself before the fucking sun came up.”

Steve gave you a small, cocky grin. “Are you kidding?” He started jogging deeper into the woods, turning his head back to you as he yelled, “I could do this all day!”

You and Bucky shared a quick, extremely confused look before scrambling onto the backs of Alpine and Hades, galloping ahead to catch up with Steve.

And as you rode off into what you could only pray would be safety, you heard a blood-curdling scream of someone yelling your name into the night.

You waited until the sun was high in the sky before slowing down, and that was only for the sake of the horses. Steve looked like he could have lasted a few more hours. Hell, maybe even days.

Bucky couldn’t even wait to get off Alpine’s back before asking him what the fuck was up with his crazy jacked up best friend. 

Steve explained everything, how soon after you had escaped and Hydra lost their most important asset, they started exploring other methods of creating immunity. Instead of focusing on strengthening a subject's blood, they expanded their research toward strengthening the entire body. Tougher skin, faster metabolism, speed, endurance, general immune system. 

“They tested the serum on a few others before me,” Steve said, eyes cast downward in sorrow. “I got injected a few weeks ago. It fucking sucked, and I was unconscious for about a day. When I woke up, I knew immediately that it worked. Everything felt- feels different.”

“Did they…test your immunity?” you asked with a grimace, the bite on your stomach itching.

He shook his head. “They tried, but I was so much stronger than they anticipated that I was able to fight off anyone who tried to hold me down. That’s what that collar around my neck was for.” His jaw clenched. “It had a constant electric current zapping my nervous system. Hurt like hell, and weakened me just enough for their liking. I was supposed to be put in the zombie room today.”

Bucky seethed. “I’m going back to kill them.”

“No you’re not,” you and Steve said in unison, sharing a look afterwards and laughing in a brief moment of ease.

That was five days ago, and now the three of you were settled deep in the forest to rest for the night, Shield only about a day and a half away.

You were so close, and as each day passed without detecting any sign of Hydra at your backs the closer you got, the more you relaxed.

At least, you tried to. Even as Brock’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

We’re not gonna stop.

No, that wasn’t going to happen. The only agent who had been able to track you to the Bog was Paulding, and he was dead. No one would be able to find you. 

The two of you had done it. You had gotten Steve out and survived. You won.

“I can’t believe we did it,” you breathed out, head resting in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

His arm squeezed around you. “Neither can I if I’m being honest.” He chuckled, the warmth of his breath tickling your forehead.

Steve passed out shortly after you had all gotten settled. That was the thing about the serum, he could be as strong as he needed to for as long as he needed to, but eventually it came with a price. As soon as he was able to sleep, it was almost as if he were in a coma, his whole body shutting down to rest after all the labor it endured.

You and Bucky were tucked in your new normal position, his back against a tree and you resting against him.

“Do you think the gang’s gonna be pissed at us when we get back?” you asked.

“Oh, for sure. But only for a few seconds before they see Steve. Sam might give us a classic dad lecture about not following orders, but I think a larger part of him will be relieved that we didn’t have to endanger anyone else’s lives.”

You nodded. “I’ll admit, if he gives the I’m not mad, just disappointed line I might actually cry.”

Bucky laughed again, turning to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you,” he finally murmured after a few beats, his fingers moving under your chin until you were facing him. His eyelids were heavy from exhaustion, but his irises lit up in earnestness. “I wouldn’t have been able to do any of that without you. I know a part of it has to do with this nonsense feeling you have about needing to prove your worth - which, once again, is bullshit - but regardless, I’m grateful.”

Your heart swelled. “Honestly Beefcake,” you said, hand resting over his, “even if it weren’t Steve, if it was someone I had never met in my life, I still would have done it. I would do anything for you.”

He smiled. “Same goes for you, Sweetheart.” 

The two of you leaned in until your lips met, bringing a comfort unlike anything either of you had ever felt. A comfort that you knew would never go away no matter how many times you kissed him.

And you were happy to test that theory for the rest of your days.

Once you pulled back, Bucky turned away to let out a giant yawn and you scoffed.

“Really? Has kissing me gotten that boring already?”

His eyes widened. “No, no it’s not that I promise!” You fought back a smile, feigning offense. “I’m just tired from traveling! We haven’t slept!” You stuck out your bottom lip into a pout and he glared. “You’re busting my balls, aren’t you?”

“See, you not immediately picking up on that let’s me know how tired you really are, Beefcake.” You shook your head, pushing against his chest. “Go get some rest. I can cover watch for a few hours.”

“But-”

“No buts, babe, unless you add an extra t.” You winked and he rolled his eyes. “For real, though, we’re so close to camp and haven’t run into any trouble. I don’t think we’ve seen more than, like, four walkers within a hundred feet of us in like two weeks. I’ll be fine on my own for a bit. You can get some solid shut eye and I’ll wake you up and switch once I feel like you’ve rested enough to stop yawning whenever I try and smooch ya.”

He sighed, contemplating your intriguing offer. “Four hours. No more, okay?”

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Four and a half.”

He groaned. “Fine.” He scooted down to the ground, head resting beside your leg. “I don’t even know why I argue with you,” he grumbled, “you’re going to wait five hours anyways and it’s not like I’ll have a say in it.”

You ran your fingers over his hair. “And don’t you forget it, Beefcake.”

Bucky passed out within minutes of his head hitting the ground, and you spent the next two hours admiring how beautiful he looked as he slept. How relaxed his features were, the way his lips curved up into a tiny smile, the way he snored - even though he denied it every time you brought it up. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t alerted every zombie that exists of our whereabouts, Beefcake.”

There was only one thing stronger than the will to stare at his gorgeous face for the rest of time.

Your stupid bladder.

You walked about twenty feet away to take care of business, still keeping an ear out for anything suspicious.

Total silence.

Such silence, that you almost felt the urge to skip back to your small camp, filled with such relief and something else that felt extremely close to joy, which was amazing considering that up until a few months ago you were sure you would only be able to feel pain and despair for the rest of your lif-

A hand clamped over your mouth, followed by an arm wrapping around your body, immobilizing you. 

You tried to thrash free, but a deep voice growled in your ear.

“If you make one more noise or move one more inch, they’re dead.”

Brock.

Tears rushed to your eyes, your entire body going slack as you looked ten feet ahead of you at the sleeping forms of Bucky and Steve.

And the two figures standing over them, blasters pointed at their heads.

Walker, and a very, one-handed Ward.

“Did you really think we weren’t going to follow you, baby?” Brock cooed into your ear, his mouth brushing up against your skin. You wanted to vomit into his palm. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually thought you were smarter than that.”

So had you, you thought for a moment as the sharp chill of a dagger pressed against your neck.

“Gotta admit, though I was pissed you managed to escape a second time, it was wonderful to see you again. You know who was really glad to hear that you were alive? The boss. He’s heartbroken he missed your heroic little return.”

A tear fell down your cheek. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we won’t be here long. Just wanted to send you a message from me and Boss.” He loosened his grip, spinning you around until your face was inches from his.

He knew you wouldn’t try to fight, try to make a sound. There was no way Bucky or Steve could wake up and move fast enough to evade a shot from such close range.

Still, you held your head high, and clenched your jaw to keep it from trembling as you looked Brock in the eye.

“You’re coming back with us. If you don’t, I have an entire team of guys a mile away who will follow me as we trail you on your way home. And then we will destroy your camp and everyone in it. I wasn’t at the last raid with this Shield or whatever, so I’ll make sure this time that no one makes it out.”

You bit back a sob. “I can’t,” you whispered. Bucky and Steve would chase after you as soon as they discovered you were missing. “Besides, even if by some miracle they don’t catch up to you, they’re just going to break into the jail again.”

Brock shook his head. “Actually, funny story about that. We’ve been working on moving to a new location, and seeing that you three destroyed a decent amount of the old, crumbling building, we’ve decided to bump up our move-in date. They’re never going to find you there, sweets.”

No.

No.

“No-”

“If you say no I’ll blow their brains out right fucking now.” There was an edge to his voice now, and he took a deep breath to return to his smug demeanor. “Three days. You have three days to meet us here. If you do, we’ll take you to the new camp and you’ll never have to worry about them getting killed trying to rescue you, because there’s no way they’ll be able to find you.”

A pit formed in your stomach. “How do I know you won’t kill them anyways?”

His brows raised. “You know I’ll definitely kill them if you decide not to.”

You closed your eyes, forcing back more tears. When you opened them, Brock smirked, then nodded his head at Ward and Walker.

Though you didn’t turn your head to look, completely frozen in fear and dread, you knew that they were walking away from Bucky and Steve and toward their leader.

“Three days, sweetie,” Brock said, then leaned forward to kiss your forehead. You flinched, the spot where his lips touched your skin now burning.

You didn’t move as they crept back into the darkness, Walker holding up three fingers at you mockingly.

All you could do was stare at where they had been as you allowed that gnawing feeling to sink in. 

The feeling that this was the beginning of the end of everything for you.

Chapter 13

[funtasticworld]

hanna-barbera Wild West panorama!

Tom and Jerry peeking at their ripoffs, who are pretending to be Native Americans and making it rain. Jinks, you take that headband off, you’re making a mockery of native culture

Quick Draw McGraw lassoing a Buffalo. Captain Caveman, wtf are you doing???

Doggie Daddy telling stories by the campfire to Augie, Ricochet Rabbit, Crazy Legs, and some random animals. I also love how Blast-Off Buzzard is up there, perched on a cactus, looking salty.

Dino being Dino.

An animal jamboree (wtf? Atom Ant x Granny Sweet confirmed? That raises disturbing questions)

Fred Flintstone serving soup. Top Cat looks so short here for no reason. Oh and Huck playing the triangle, love that for him

[ichbinmeineeigenepuppe]

Oink!

[fuck-goes-on]

Hello🥰🥰 Can I have a headcannon（or anything you are comfortable to write） about moon knight trio, Peter parker and Bucky barnes plz?

What if their s/o is short person? Like shorter than 10~25 cm.

Who is the guy will put things high so his s/o has to ask him for help with pupp dog eyes🥺🥺?

And how their morning kiss or welcome-home kiss?

Thank you💖💖💖

Mornings

summary: mornings with moon system, getting ready with peter parker, and short! reader with bucky barnes

warning/s: fluff, kinda spicy with peter, and definitely spicy with bucky

note/s: omg thank you for this request!! i've been thinking about this the whole day so i hope you like the results!!

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MOON SYSTEM

They usually wake up earlier than you, due to their insomnia and nightmares keeping them up at night. But the times when they finally get some well-earned sleep, you would stare at their morning-lit face and wonder how lucky you were to be with them; as a partner and as a friend.

When it's time to wake up, you started pressing kisses all over their face, effectively rousing them from their sleep. They gave you a drowsy smile and stretched their naked body, curling up against yours and snuggling into your neck.

"It's Marc," He whispered into your skin, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone. You giggled at the tickling sensation and hugged him. Despite having woken him up with the intention of getting out of bed, you stayed with Marc exchanging words of love and affirmation under your warm and comfy covers.

PETER PARKER

Peter watched as you dressed for your day. You put on your cute short-sleeved cropped polo and dragged jean shorts over your legs, making him eye your legs up and down. Sitting on your bed, you tried to put your socks on before Peter stopped you and grabbed the items from your hands.

"Peter!" You protested, reaching out for your knee-high socks but he kept them out of your way. Peter kneeled in front of you, right in between your thighs. He rested your foot on his leg and bunched one of the socks, rolling it on your leg until it stopped above your knee.

When he finished putting your socks on for you, he smiled up at you cutely before tackling you on the bed. You laughed with him as he pressed short pecks all over your exposed shoulders up to your neck and face. To frankly say, the clothes you just donned ended up on the floor except for your socks.

BUCKY BARNES

You crossed your arms as you tried sizing up your partner, Bucky Barnes. He was making fun of your height because your head barely reached his chest. You knew it was in all fun and games, but your height was somewhat a sore topic for you and you were annoyed with your partner that he even brought it up.

"I'm just saying, doll," He said, "You can't even reach the bottom shelf of our cabinets." Bucky chuckled as if it was funny, so you stopped him by kicking him on the shin. He barely winced from the pain, in fact, you were the one who held your foot out of the sharp sting it gave your foot.

Thankfully he ended the bit by scooping you up in his arms, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist. He gave you a cheeky grin as he gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Baby doll, you know how much I love how small you are compared to me. Let me show you how much I love it, over and over again."

[daughterofhecata]

Once again I aimed for complete blackouts on @batmanisagatewaydrug's and @macrolit's reading bingos and this time, I actually succeded! (Even if I took some liberties with the term 'novel' on the macrolit one, mostly focused on the 'classics' aspect.) Lowkey proud of myself ngl.

Titles for both under the cut, full reading list here.

batmanisagatewaydrug:

graphic novel: Christopher Tauber, Hanna Wenzel: Rocky Beach. Eine Interpretation. [no english title]

horror: Jáchym Topol: Die Teufelswerkstatt [org. title: Chladnou zemí/engl. title: The Devil’s Workshop]

author you’ve never read before: David Henry Hwang: M Butterfly

translation: Władysław Szlengel: Was ich den Toten las [org. title: Co czytałem umarłym/engl. title: What I Read to the Dead]

poetry collection: Richard Siken: Crush

a book recommended by a friend: James Oswald: Natural Causes. An Inspector McLean Novel.

verse novel: Alexander F. Spreng: Der Fluch [no english title]

novella: Thomas Mann: Der Tod in Venedig [engl. title: Death in Venice]

a book w/ vampires: Michael Scott: The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel #2. The Magician.

book w/ a cover you think is cool: Cornelia Funke: Tintenwelt #4. Die Farbe der Rache. [engl. title: The Color of Revenge]

2023 release: Jonathan Kellerman: Unnatural History. An Alex Delaware Novel

book w/ an animal on the cover: Faye Kellerman: Der Zorn sei dein Ende [org. title: The Hunt]

book published before 1980: Josef Bor: Die verlassene Puppe [org. title: Opuštěná panenka/engl. title: The Abandoned Doll]

science fiction: Ursula K. Le Guin: The Dispossessed

romance: Akwaeke Emezi: You made a Fool of Death with your Beauty

historical fiction: Alena Mornštajnová: Hana [org. title: Hana/engl. title: Hannah]

450+ pages: James Ellroy: Die Schwarze Dahlie [org. title: The Black Dahlia]

memoir: Jeanette McCurdy: I‘m Glad My Mom Died

re-read a book from school: Frank Wedekind: Frühlings Erwachen [engl. title: Spring Awakening]

short story collection: John Barth: Lost in the Funhouse

non-fiction: Vera Schiff: The Theresienstadt Deception. The Concentration Camp the Nazis Created to Deceive the World.

book w/ a movie adaption: Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita

book published in your birthday month: Jan T. Gross: Neighbors. The Destruction of the Jewish Community in Jedwabne, Poland.

anthology: Alain Locke: The New Negro

macrolit:

Classic Author A/B/C: James Baldwin: Giovanni‘s Room

Published between 2000-2023: Kim Newman: Professor Moriarty. The Hound of the D‘Urbervilles

Philosophy or Literary Criticism: [various books and essays for three literature courses]

Harlem Renaissance: Claude McKay: Harlem Shadows

Children’s Literature: [various Three Investigators books]

Fan Fiction: [various works]

Essays or Satire: Mark Thompson: Leatherfolk. Radical Sex, People, Politics and Practice.

Book of Short Stories: John Barth: Lost in the Funhouse

Classic Author G/H/I: Lorraine Vivian Hansberry: A Raisin in the Sun

LGBTQ+ Author: Ocean Vuong: Time is a Mother

Published before 1940: Friedrich Schiller: Maria Stuart

Classic Author J/K/L: Ursula K. Le Guin: The Dispossessed

Detective, Horror, or Suspense: Maurice Leblanc: Arsène Lupin und der Schatz der Könige von Frankreich [org. title: L'Aiguille creuse/engl. title: The Hollow Needle]

Classic Author M/N/O: Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita

Classic Author S/T/U: J.D. Salinger: The Catcher in the Rye

Poetry or Play: Arthur Schnitzler: Reigen [engl. title: La Ronde]

Biography or Non-Fiction: Peter Hallama: Nationale Helden und jüdische Opfer. Tschechische Repräsentationen des Holocaust. [no english title]

Classic Author P/Q/R: Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar

Graphic Novel: Christopher Tauber, Hanna Wenzel: Rocky Beach. Eine Interpretation. [no english title]

Published between 1940-1999: Hanna Krall: Dem Herrgott Zuvorkommen [org. title: Zdążyć przed Panem Bogiem/engl. title: Shielding the Flame]

Classic Author D/E/F: Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho

Young Adult: Kathy Reichs: Virals #1. Tote können nicht mehr reden. [org. title: Virals]

Gothic Fiction: E.T.A. Hoffmann: Nussknacker und Mausekönig [engl. title: The Nutcracker and the Mouse King]

Classic Author V/W/X/Y/Z: Frank Wedekind: Frühlings Erwachen [engl. title: Spring Awakening]