#How do so many people like this doll she's one of the worst of series 2 only her clothing pieces are cute

[lalagoona]

Rh fans can and will gaslight you into thinking that series 2 Bella Parker is a pretty doll it's wild

[munsonology]

I don't know if you enjoy reading pregnant OC or reader stuff, but do you know how my mom found out she was pregnant? (Note apparently she was very very irregular, which I inherited).

It was NOT her peeing a lot more then normal (she thought it was because she was trying to increase her water intake and it was a natural side effect).

It was NOT her suddenly thinking the smell of hamburger meat was the worst thing in the world (she thought it was just bad and that the store must of had a bad batch...3 times and then her and my dad swore it off. My dad had no clue cause he had his nose broken more then once and claims since then he can't smell accurately). (Lucky her she never had morning sickness)

It was NOT her crying once a week (while she is stoic, she thought it was because she had been reading a book series that had multiple people dying or tragic events that just got her).

It was her fainting at work and being taken to the hospital. Apparently my dad showed up panicked and was like "IS SHE DYING WHATS GOING ON" and both him and her still had no clue until the doc came in and was like "hey you fainted cause your iron is low cause you're pregnant"

Now imagine this but Eddie. Or Steve. After many times of acting out their breeding kinks it actually stuck

my parents are two bumbling idiots in love (they are actually very smart but both had plausible explanations for everything) and that is the core of both Eddie and Steve romances.

Omg!!! I love pregnant stories! I do wanna be a mom eventually so this is so lovely! And thank you for sharing about your parents 😍

Your mom reminds me of those women on I didn’t know I was pregnant who don’t know they’re having a kid until it’s time to give birth 😭 I think this show is on TLC and you know they’ll put anything on tv

And why do those amazon kindle books always have someone find out they’re pregnant/give birth with the most outrageous/near death experiences?????

But yeah I can so imagine Eddie or Steve raw doggin you and being like “I’m gonna put a baby in you. Wanna see you full with my kid.” But it’s all play! You haven’t planned for kids yet!

So when you start having all these weird symptoms but you don’t question anything. You’re still taking your birth control pills and you’re spotting a bit but you’ve always been irregular.

But you pass out in front of Robin and she goes “don’t die Steve will kill me if you’re dead loser” 😭 and Steve rushes into the ER and you just blurt out you’re pregnant and he’s so in shock and robins know the back giggling “guess you won’t be the only one calling him daddy now huh” 😭 A MENACE

Now with Eddie I can see you really not knowing you’re pregnant until it’s time to give birth. You had no symptoms, hardly any physical body changes typical with pregnancy. But you have a really bad stomach ache at the hideout. They just started serving some new menu items to bring in more customers and you’re hunched over on the toilet.

Dustin (who really shouldn’t be in this bar 😭) is coming back from the bathroom himself and he hears you groaning. After everything they’ve been through he’s not taking any chances. So he goes in the bathroom and sees you covered in sweat with the stall open and he’s like “I’ll get Eddie” but he’s on stage with the CC boys to a sold out crowd so you tell him “there’s no time! You need to help me Henderson! Get in here!”

He has the highest grade in health class but everything he knows is on dolls and diagrams. It’s so chaotic in this bathroom! He gags and almost passes out himself. but he pulls through and helps you give birth to your first kid with Eddie.

Back at the bar the group wonder where you two wandered off. When they all see dustin covered in blood they panic thinking the worst but he takes everyone to the bathroom to see you holding a baby in Dustin’s jacket. At the hospital you and Eddie ask dustin to be your baby’s godfather 😭

So when my mom was giving birth to me there was this medical student group coming by that wanted to see a live birth and she was hell no gtfo 💀 so her doctor kicked them out. And after my birth she asked for a coke 😭 apparently you can’t have coke when pregnant so she was drinking sprite for 9 months! The torture 😭

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 12

✨GT Stands for Gross Touching✨

✨Is This Episode Worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

This is the first full appearance of Dolltaki, my pick for the worst Dragon Ball character ever. “The Roaming Lake” has many problems, but one thing going for it is the absence of Dolltaki.  This episode sucks a billion rotten eggs.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

The “idea” here is that Pan has been turned into a doll, and she gets scooped up by the secret leader of the Luud Cult, but instead of using her to fuel Luud like the other people who have been turned to dolls, he talks to her and puts her in a little dollhouse he made, and he seems extremely excited about undressing her and putting her in different outfits. 

It sucks and I hate it and I think it’s supposed to be a joke but it’s just really weak and sad.  This feels like when a show like “The Simpsons” uses a character like Chief Wiggum to satirize the police, or the Comic Book Guy to mock nerds, except Dolltaki is a “doll otaku”, which seems pretty niche to me.  Say what you want about Master Roshi, but his pervert act is somewhat more mainstream.   How many people watching GT would see a guy like Doltaki and go “Oh, he’s just like that one guy I know!” 

Also, Dolltaki’s whole color palette is a really great example of the shitty color scheme that makes this show so tedious to watch.  Pus yellow gloves, magenta clothes, teal eyes, it’s all here.

✨Positivity Page✨

I honestly can’t find much to say in favor of this episode, so I’ll go with Trunks turning Super Saiyan for the first time in this series. 

And you, know, the sad thing is that while I enjoy this moment, it just reminds me of how much they botched Trunks, and this episode illustrates it perfectly.  Let me explain.

Okay, so here’s a gif I made of Trunks slashing a bad guy in half with his sword.  It’s in the opening of every episode of GT, and it just might be my favorite bit of animation in the whole of GT.  Look at him go.

Now, this is obviously a callback to Future Trunks, the version of the character who traveled through time to warn Goku about the Androids.  This Trunks is not the same character, as he’s the aged up version of Kid Trunks from the Majin Buu Saga.  That Trunks never had a lot to do with swords, but hey, this is GT, and it’s a perfect chance to redesign the character.  And this opening suggests that maybe the GT version of Trunks will also be swingin’ a cool sword.

Well, fun fact: Trunks never uses a sword in all of Dragon Ball GT.  It’s this brief shot of him in the opening credits, and that’s it.  But you know who does use a sword in GT?

Fucking Goku of all people.  Explain that one.  The bad guy here throws a whole bunch of swords at Goku, and this would have been a perfect chance for Trunks to just take one with him as a souvenier for use in later adventures, but he’s not in the room, so it doesn’t happen.

All right, so let me cover this episode in order, or we’ll be here all day.  Last time, Goku defeated Mutchy Motchy, the leader of the Cult of Luud, and it was surprisingly easy.  As it turns out, Mutchy Motchy was just a servant of the real leader of the Cult of Luud.  This turns out to be the gold whip he was carrying the whole time, and when Mutchy Motchy dies, the whip transforms into a shitty looking Mega Man boss named Mutchy. 

Mutchy has the power to control objects when he touches them with the tips of the tentacles on his wrists.  So he makes a bunch of stone tiles fly around and attack Trunks, and eventually they all stack up on top of him and pin him down.   He has to turn Super Saiyan to muscle out of this predicament.

And, like I mentioned, Mutchy uses his powers to fling swords at Goku.  This shot here is especially annoying, because Goku acts like he’s in some sort of tight spot.  He’s surrounded by four swords, you guys!  What if a fifth one comes at him?  He won’t have room to dodge that!  Goku beat Frieza, but I don’t know how he can hope to survive a monster on the level of Motchy!

I wish I was kidding, but I’m not.  Goku turns Super Saiyan to fight Mutchy, but he gets his ass kicked anyway.  So Trunks shows up and blindsides Mutchy while he’s strangling Goku with his whip arms.  It took TWO Super Saiyans to kill Mutchy. 

So while all of this is going on, this asshole Doltaki is watching the fight on closed-circuit television, but he’s more interested in his shitty doll collection, and he’s mainly interested in creeping on Pan, his new favorite. He rubs her against his face, talks baby talk to her, and tries to remove her doll clothes so he can dress her up in something else. 

During all this, one of the cultists shows up in his room and informs him of the battle taking place in the main hall, and it becomes clear that Doltaki isn’t just some weird pervert who lives here.  No, he runs the whole cult.  Except, no, Mutchy was supposed to be the leader, right?  Well, I’m pretty sure Doltaki is actually in command here, but it’s hard to be sure, since the two of them never have any scenes together.

Anyway, Doltaki orders all of the cultists to assemble in the hall so he can address them. It’s a good thing Goku and Mutchy moved out to another part of the building, or that would have been awkward.

The cultists are pretty hyped for this, especially the older ones, because “Father Doltaki” hasn’t made a public appearance in 20 years.  They think he’s a miracle worker, and many of them hope that he’ll deign to heal their ailments.  So it seems pretty clear that Mutchy was the day-to-day leader of the congregation, and Doltaki is a bigger deal. 

But when Doltaki addresses them, he just zaps them with his Fleshlight and turns them all into dolls to fuel Luud.  The cultists learn, much too late, that Luud was never a god, but a sophisticated machine, one which Doltaki plans to activate in order to stop Goku and Trunks.  It’s weird how he takes his sweet time about this, though.  The fight with Mutchy is happening right now, and it doesn’t last all that long.  You’d think he’d be a little more desperate to get Luud in the game.

One (other) thing I don’t get is why Doltaki has been working on this project for twenty (!) years.  The cult is clearly just a front, and they’ve been gathering victims to turn into dolls, which somehow increases Luud’s power, I get that.  The thing is, they had a lot of followers in this episode, and that’s almost enough to bring Luud to full power.  Not quite all the way, but Doltaki thinks it’ll be enough to beat Goku and Trunks.  The point is, he’s made more progress in the past week than he has in the last two decades, so what the hell?

Also, this puts to lie the notion that Mutchy learned the location of the Black Star Dragon Balls from Luud.  If Luud were really a god, then he could plausibly hand down divine revelations about the Dragon Balls’ locations, but that’s out the window.  So was Doltaki the one supplying that information?  How would he know where the Dragon Balls are?  And why would he want the Dragon Balls?  He seems to already have everything he wants.

Anyway, Luud starts to activate just as Goku and Trunks find out that Doltaki has Pan.

This episode is a garbage fire from start to finish, let’s just get out of here.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Subs or dubs? Who cares?

Doltaki ruins this show

In all languages.

[hoganherofanatics]

The Barbie Movie Sucked

Let me just start by saying that I’m a huge Barbie(the doll line) fan and collector. I’ve seen many of the animated films and series’s. I own a bunch of merch, clothes, bedding, water bottles etc. Some of it being Barbie Movie merch because even though I don’t like the film, I thought it was still cute stuff.

But my goodness this movie was terrible. As a super fan it left me really disappointed. Multiple things ruined what hope I had, the politics mostly. I’m a conservative myself, but even if the movie had politics I agree too, I still wouldn’t like it. A Barbie movie should be about fun and creativity(and of course fashion! lol) so political stuff doesn’t really belong. Here’s a point by point list of things I didn’t like.

1. Greta Gerwig

I don’t hate her. I just think Universal made a really bad decision giving an indie film maker(Greta) and an actress(Margot Robbie) the chance to write a script for an already existing property that has a huge fanbase behind it. Throwing a couple million dollars at two clearly inexperienced writers doesn’t make a good movie. Just because these two are popular doesn’t mean they deserve to write about something they don’t care about.

I’m not just assuming that they don’t care about the Barbie franchise either, Greta and Margot both make passive aggressive jabs at it in interviews. The two of them, plus Ryan Gosling, pretend as though they’re the ones who gave Barbie and Ken personalities. LMAO!!!! I audibly laughed out loud, that’s so funny to me. Ryan also made a twitter post about how he made a character who is nothing but a blonde doll into a hottie with a voice of an angel. Yes he said that. If anything, I paraphrased it less pompous than the way he said it. Seriously, we need to stop feeding these three people’s egos, especially Ryan’s. I think their heads might explode with anymore praise.

Both Greta and Margot seem to have some deep seeded issues with the opposite sex. Like sexism on levels akin to Andrew Tate. Which is sad and that kind of stuff shouldn’t be in movies. Ken is a beloved character who didn’t deserve to be ruined by two pompous and quite frankly, sexist writers. I highly recommend those two stop projecting onto Barbie and Ken and maybe go to therapy. Maybe do some praying? Anything to fix their issues before working on another project.

I don’t want to bring up Greta’s husband, but based on interviews I got to. I feel bad for him because it’s clear his wife as no respect for him. I hope he wakes up and realizes that there are other women who will love him twice as much as Greta. I don’t encourage divorce though. They did get married after twelve years of dating which is kind of embarrassing ngl. Like imagine dating in your late twenties and popping the question more than a decade later lol.

2. Casting

Kind of suspicious that Margot was pretty hands on making this film and then was casted as lead actress, but I’m sure she was best for the role…. I don’t think Margot or Ryan were good fits for the roles of Barbie and Ken. Robbie only shares Barbie’s blonde hair, that’s it. Barbie has a pretty gentle face and personality, she’s kind and caring. Robbie doesn’t seem to do a lot of acting work for characters with these traits, one of her most popular roles is literally playing the worst Batman villain of all time lol. I’m not trying to be a bully, but Margot has a really sharp face and unnerving smile. Not trying to shame her, she’s prettier than I am, but just because she’s blonde and popular doesn’t make her a good fit for Barbie.

Ryan looks kind of like Ken, but again, he doesn’t really have the charm and personality that Ken has. For one thing he’s not funny, and for another, his bad attitude shines through his acting. So does Margot’s. Greta admitted in an interview that instead of writing Ken’s name in the script, she was writing Ryan’s name. So she had Ryan in mind the ENTIRE TIME. See how little respect these three have for the Barbie franchise? Also, poor Greta’s husband was sitting there stoned face and let out a little laugh during the interview. Gerwig is always drooling over Gosling, so I can imagine how the guy feels. But then again, it seems like Greta doesn’t care about the feelings of her man. 

Long story short, the two lead actors weren’t good fits for the roles and were only given them because Margot was friends with Greta(plus the producer of it) and Greta had a crush on Gosling. I’m sure they had a lengthy casting process though(this is sarcasm, I can’t believe they cared so little about these characters that they didn’t even bother having a casting call. Picking what actors you want to hire is crucial to the portrayal of the character but I guess Margot and Greta are too narcissistic to give a crap)

The side characters were okay I guess. They only picked Will Ferral because they wanted another big name on the movie. Same situation with the Dwayne the rock Johnson. Dwayne is way too huge to play a Ken. I don’t expect these actors to look exactly like the dolls, but come on. He’s like a 6’5 juicer with a bald shiny head. Ken is gently toned and average height. I know he was the merman but that’s no excuse

Aquafina is a bad actress and singer, her work on the live action Little Mermaid is proof enough. So I don’t know why in the world she was hired.

The rest of the actors seem to have connections or were already big stars, so none of the casting really seemed fair or right, but that’s Hollywood for ya.

3. The story itself

The whole screenplay clearly wasn’t looked over, like at all. I don’t understand how Barbie was able to suddenly grow to human size and go to the real world. I’m able to dismiss this stuff in stupid comedies, but not a movie thats seen as deep and heart wrenching by multiple of its fans and the people who made it(Greta, Margot, etc.) I personally don’t know how people think this film is deep but whatever. Also, not Greta comparing this dogpoo movie to a Greek Tragedy LMAO.

Point is, Oscar worthy movies have plots that make sense. Well, the Oscars nowadays are more of a popularity contest rather than critics actually judging a movie off its quality. Ryan also didn’t deserve an Oscar for best lead male, sorry he just wasn’t that good. Again, the Oscar’s are a popularity contest so that’s why he won lol.

Why is Margot Robbie Barbie the first Barbie to feel sad? Barbie dolls have been around for over sixty years now, no other dolls have felt this way? So many world events in that time span. There should also be more than one weird Barbie, not to mention multiple naked Barbie’s, ones who are headless, neckless, missing arms or legs, ones in homemade outfits or have bad haircuts, ones getting randomly slammed together because the kid playing with them is making them fight.  The water Barbie’s should have mold on them.

What about Holiday Barbie’s? Or Barbie’s based on movies? Like the Scooby Doo Daphne doll. Just because Greta threw in a couple of discontinued Barbie’s, like Pregnant Midge and Cool Earring Ken, doesn’t mean I owe her a pat on the back. Like good job, you know about the discontinued Barbie’s that everybody knows about. If you’re writing a film for an already existing franchise, you better get your facts straight and dive into the obscure parts of Barbie history. But this movie is totally for the fans, not for people who hate Barbie because they think she’s promoting bad beauty standards. Which by the way, if you’re insecure because of a doll, you need to get some self confidence. It’s a doll, it’s not responsible for your bad feelings. Imagine being jealous of a toy lol.

What about Barbie’s sisters? Only Stacy is mentioned. Her sisters are pivotal parts of the line so kind of confused on why Greta left them out? Does she not like kids either? Maybe she couldn’t find a child actor who stroked her ego enough. Flat footedness shouldn’t be a weird thing to them because half of Barbie’s made since like the nineties have them. There’s only ever been one transgender doll made by Mattel, yet a transgender doll was put in the movie? Wouldn’t that be weird? But this film is about pandering to an audience that hates Barbie and supports that stuff, so they don’t care.

Barbies friends are also a pretty big part of the line, yet only Midge is there. I know she talks to the other Barbie’s but it’s not her already named and existing friends. I think Greta knew that it would ruin the terrible “Hi Barbie!” joke so that’s why she didn’t include other named dolls. Allan Is Midges husband so I don’t know why they weren’t shown together. Ken and Barbie are also a couple yet they weren’t together either so clearly Greta is allergic to relationships. Maybe that’s why she and her husband took so long getting hitched lol.

It was really disrespectful of Gerwig and Robbie to not do the bare minimum of writing Barbie and Ken’s relationship in. Like seriously? They’re a couple, no amount of Greta’s gaslighting and projecting will change that. Ken’s not an accessory and was made into a doll due to popular demand back in 1961. Girls who played with Barbie wanted her to have a boyfriend/husband. Ruth Handler didn’t think girls would want to play with a male fashion doll, so that’s why he wasn’t made sooner. It’s like a two year gap between the creation of Barbie and Ken, so I’m sick of uneducated people acting as though Ken was created decades later.

The beach scene was also stupid because you literally can bring Barbie dolls into the water. You shouldn’t do it if you’re collecting because they’ll grow mold, but if you have a cheap one you want to bring to the beach/pool then go for it. They literally live by Malibou Beach for goodness sake. Ken’s job isn’t just beach(he was literally holding a surf board so his job would be a surfer in that scenario but I guess Greta thought beach was funnier. Humor isn’t her strong suit.) he has a lot of jobs just like Barbie including some that she doesn’t have, like hunter or football player. So people need to stop with the Ken hate.

The beaching each other off joke was just gross and the constant discussion around Barbie and Ken’s genitals was just weird. This happens a lot with documentaries around Barbie also. Why are so many of these Hollywood creeps obsessed with doll genitals? And if Barbie doesn’t have a coochie, how was she able to go to the Gyneocologist? How was she even able to turn human in the first place? Ruth Handler isn’t God lmao. Ms.thing may be an angel but she doesn’t have that kind of power. The joke about Handlers double mastectomy was in poor taste. Haha breast cancer, I guess? Ruth made breast implants for other women who lost their boobs to cancer, she actually made a change in the world, something Greta will never do. Though she seems to think she has because people are pretending like her movie is some sort of masterpiece that changed their lives. The only thing Greta did was trick hard working Americans into wasting their money on her shitty movie.

3. Ads

They didn’t even bother hiding the car commercial. I literally saw the commercial on TV and it was legit a scene took from the movie. Same with whatever luxury handbag they were trying to sell. Do better.

4.The sets?

The sets, costumes, and even the dolls, were from different eras. It’s pretty clear they just tried to shove in a bunch of references to appeal to the different ages of the audience. Whatever. It’s implied that all these dolls belong to the mom(America Ferrara) so not only is it odd that this woman owns a bunch of dolls and doll clothes from the past sixty five years, but why is Margot Robbie’s Barbie the only one that’s sad. Is the mom only playing with her? I mean, all the dolls we see belong to her, so shouldn’t all the Barbie and Ken’s be facing the same problem?

Margot Robbie’s Barbie is also aware of the real world, which would imply that she’s aware that she’s a toy. But when weird Barbie tells her that she has to find the girl playing with her, she says “Playing with me?” 

How are you aware that you’re a toy and of your creator, but you don’t know that someone is playing with you???? Did anybody proof read this????

The what was I made for song sucked heavy ass. Barbie is a toy, she was made to bring joy to kids. I understand Greta was trying to ask “What were women made for?” The answer is simple. Both men and women were made in Gods image and put on earth to spread and live his message and multiply. Also to love one another.

This existential stuff Greta thinks she’s unique for is corny and overdone. It’s normal to wonder about our humanity, but at the end of the day, it’s not that deep. Also, that whole rant that America Ferrara went on about what women have to be was stupid. We don’t have to be anything. I don’t feel societal pressure about my looks because I don’t care about what others think. Obviously, dress and look appropriate, but don’t care about what others think. It’s that easy. Stop making up problems. We live in America, the country that treats its citizens the best. Women aren’t oppressed here so Greta needs to stop pretending.

In the end, this movie is a piece of trash filled with dumb politics instead of a sensible plot. Nice job Greta Gerwig, you managed to write something more unoriginal and stupid than the Scream remakes. It hurts as a Barbie superfan, but I’ll have to move on and wipe my hands of this filth.

[bro-ken-spoon]

Who do you think is the BEST adapted character from Broadchurch to Malaterra. The worst?

Thank you for asking!!!

So each character in Malaterra has a slightly different backstory than their Broadchurch counterpart. And each change makes sense in context, because almost every change is made to further the theme of familial relationships due to the change in murderer for the series. So each character is only slightly different, but I still have three answers to this question somehow aslfsldfkj

So first off, the best adapted character to me is Ellie (Karine). The actress, Constance Dolle, does an exceptional job and looks remarkably like Olivia Colman. A thing I find extremely interesting is that this version really highlights Ellie's character. I personally feel like she's the "main" character of the series in the same way that I feel like Alec is the "main" character of Broadchurch, though you might feel differently, that's just an opinion. What I mean by this is that everything revolves around her, and that's painfully obvious in this adaptation, especially with Alec's story a bit downplayed and with the lack of the two following seasons. Also, she's kind of having a terrible time the whole show. As in Broadchurch, she gets passed up for a promotion on the same day as she finds her best friend's child murdered. She's questioning everything she ever knew about the people in her town. And then additionally, her dad's in a coma for a good half the series, so she's worried about him because they were very close. And then (and MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR spoilers here) it turns out her mom is not actually her mom and the woman she thought was her estranged sister is her mom (and is, in fact, also her sister, because her dad had a child with his own daughter) and she finds this out and basically she's got A LOT going on. And yet she still remains very Ellie. She's kind, even when it's tough. She's resilient. She's doing her very best to help her community. You can tell that character is Ellie, and I think that's what makes her the best adapted.

For the worst adapted, I have to say Reverend Paul Coates (Father Clement Costil) and okay. It's not even that the changes were bad, really. It's just that we did NOT explore the implications enough!!!! So yknow how in Broadchurch, Paul's backstory is that he's an alcoholic? Well. That's not it at all in Malaterra. So he's been going to this other town for extensive periods of time on the reg. And when Karine asks him about it he says he's visiting friends, doing priestly things, etc etc. But that's not what he's actually doing! It's worth noting that he is actually a Catholic priest in this one. Keep that in mind for what I'm about to say. So Thomas (Alec) is getting suspicious of him based on something Karine said. So he follows him for a bit. And he follows him to this other town, and Clement walks right up to this house and goes inside. And Thomas watches for a minute, and then he goes up and rings the doorbell. And this kid answers. And the kid's like "hey" and Thomas is like "uhhhh hey kid is your dad home?" and the kid's like "yeah" and calls for his dad and Clement shows up. So Catholic priest Clement has a secret family!!!!! He's a priest he's supposed to be married to the church and he secretly has a family!!! The implications of this are so interesting and we barely talk about it! And given the murderer change and the overall family themes in the show I think if that had been fleshed out, if he'd talked about why he was with this family and how much he loved them, I think it could've really said something and been a credit to the show overall. Like it's a great idea I just needed more!

Okay secret third answer is. Thomas. Is absolutely not the best or worst adapted. Honestly he's got very many very good Alec qualities. I mean, things are slightly more his fault, but there are so so so many scenes I love him in and I wish I could see David Tennant doing. HOWEVER. He also does the least Alec thing he could have possibly done in the whole show in my opinion. So I've always been of the headcanon, or really canon, that Alec is a picky eater. We always see him refuse food, he barely eats, it's a whole through line plot for him and Ellie in general. But I think it's pretty obvious that he doesn't ever really eat much of his own accord. But. In Malaterra. While Thomas is talking to Clement about his secret family, he points to an apple and is like "can I have that?" and Clement was like "yeah?" and he just EATS IT. HE EATS THE APPLE HE ASKED FOR. MY JAW WAS ON THE FLOOR YALL. And I think it was supposed to be because he was. Taking drugs at the time (his whole backstory/health journey is wild in this one!) but the drugs he's taking should actually suppress his appetite and not make him hungry!! This was just so wild I had to mention it here.

And I have to say. Even despite all of that? Better than Gracepoint!

[micechicken]

Also let's talk about Star Darlings because I hate them lol

It had a web series, many books, and 3 TV specials. The basic concept was that there are beings living in Starland, and there was a school there that would teach them how to do their job.

The cast of 12 girls were based on the western zodiac signs and they have to grant wishes to protect their homeland. I'm not actually sure if they got to resolve the plot because I have no interest in watching or reading it.

There were dolls but only 2 for each and they were very much Disney dolls (weird face design and shape that barely looks like the character, sparkly for no reason, lots of layering but also not really cause it's just one layer you can easily remove), but they are a lot higher quality than anything Hasbro seems to be capable of and remind me of the fashion doll versions of ILY 4ever.

Honestly the designs of the characters don't really tell you what zodiac they are based on, their names and personalities being the only thing that tells you.

The problem with making dolls around Zodiacs is the fact that people will think they should buy their zodiac over the character they actually like, and if your a kid you're probably not gonna convince your mom to buy two. Though they did kinda have the advantage of the characters not being directly marketed as Zodiac, more so named after them, but it's all in the personalities of the characters that give it away (ei Scarlet's gotta be edgey cause she's Scorpio).

I also just hate the designs overall cause they lean too heavy into the colors to the point where it's kinda excessive (I'm looking at you Leona and Vega). And Scarlet just has the worst outfit of them all, and it does not seem like something she'd wear LMAO

Anyway. I just think the idea was boring and lacking and I think it didn't have enough to make it stand out to me.

[husbandohunter]

Moments of Despair #1 [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: “The man who was on fire and realized it too late.”

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Albedo's despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death, graphic depictions of violence perhaps

(A/n): Had these ideas for a while after reading @/serensama To Mourn series of another fandom. So much sorrow and feeling I just was inspired to write 😫

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The moment you fell lifeless in Diluc's arms, he wanted to disappear.

It was raining again, he had always despised the rain. How it trickles down the slope of your cheek, like tears falling from the heavens. The sight of it mixing with your blood creating a thin stream of red rivers flowing beside him. They patter down obnoxiously because time didn't care, the gods don't care, the world didn't care. You were just a small fragile person to their eyes but to him you were his light. A candle that used to shine in his dark world was now dissipitated by the waters of reality.

Many droplets have passed and he was still holding you. Diluc could do nothing but stare. He hadn't shed any tears nor could he make a coherent sound. Perhaps it was because his tears have long run out when his father was held in the very same way. Or it was because he was heartless. He's usually told for being cold and indifferent. But the pain clenching in his chest was proof that he still had one (proof that it was still beating), much to his dismay. It would be better if he didn't.

So why can't he just look away? Your wounds, your bruised features, everything now etched so deep into the back of his conciousness that is was starting to awaken his worst nightmares. They were the source of the bile growing in his stomach. The irony stench filling up his nostrils felt so sickening. He couldn't turn away. You're dead. You're dead. You're dead. As if reality had yet to register, or maybe he refused to accept it, Diluc helplessly gazed down your body with blank and empty eyes.

"Master Diluc..."

Jean's voice called out to him pitifully. He rises up with his back turned, ignoring the stares given to him, "Leave. The knights of favonius are not needed here."

"But she's a Mondstadt citizen," The anemo user retorts, slightly taken aback by his impassive reaction, "It's my responsibility to ensure this case doesn't go unnoticed."

Unnoticed. Diluc scoffs in his mind, what a tasteless joke.

"It seems you weren't listening," he announces as his head was turned ajar so they could see the deep hatred glowing red in his eyes, "Leave. Now."

Jean's lips trembled before barely being able to say, "Alright" and retreating her knights back to the city. Kaeya narrows his gaze at his bother, the sorrow was evident through his pupils. He steps forward until he was arms length away from his brother. Too little too late, another failure was added to the belt.

Kaeya was a man of many words but for once he was at loss of what to say. No underhanded suggestions, no ideas taunting him to spill his thoughts, he simply asks Diluc, "What are you planning to do now?"

Silence. Kaeya couldn't predict what sort of expression his brother was making as he looks at your corpse. It brought a heavy weight of unsettlement upon him and here he thought he had already grown used to his brother's quietness.

Slowly, he turns around while letting the water pour down his face. Kaeya tightens his jaw as Diluc drags his feet towards him, stopping when their shoulders were parallel, "It's none of your concern."

"You're just going to leave her here?"

There was a slight pause which was enough of an answer. The Cavalry Captain sighs when he watched him walk away, what was the point of asking when Kaeya knew Diluc so well? He glances at your form before swiftly shutting his eyes.

It was his concern.

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A week later, the staff of the Ragnvindr household could hardly recognize their Master's appearance. They knew not to bother him when he decides to lock himself in his chambers. Diluc drowns himself with work from hours to no end as he connects the findings of the person that took your life. As expected, it was one of his enemies- a fatui member. The question was, which one?

"Master Diluc, I beg of you, please take care of yourself," Elzer pleads.

The pyro user didn't bother to spare him a glance or look at the tray of food he carried.

Food...you always brought them whenever he had to work overtime.

"I do not remember specifiying anyone to be allowed in my office," he voices aloud, "If it's related to business affairs simply leave that with Adelinde and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

"I understand. But you've been working all day and night yet refusing to take any breaks in between. At this rate, you'll harm your health."

The feather pen in his grip kept dragging it's course, "This is beyond the duties assigned to you Elzer."

"That's because it was a request sent by your father," he adds, knowing that stepping over his boundaries may cost him, "If Master Crepus was still here, I'm sure he would have said the same thing."

Taking a deep breath, Elzer lays out his last card, "And also your wife."

The pen slows into a halt.

No one had brought you up until now. Elzer anxiously watches his Master shifting in his seat, his red bangs covering half of his face but he could still see the frown pressing firmly on his lips. It wouldn't be a surprise if Diluc suddenly bursted at him for mentioning such a sensitive topic, all that matters was his master's well being and Elzer was willing to risk everything for it. But nothing. Diluc turns his attention ever so slightly at the tray he carried.

"Fine, but I'm not eating that."

"What? Wasn't this was her favourite-"

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Elzer furrows his brows before sighing, "...No, Master Diluc."

He exits the room while carrying the fresh dish of Once Upon A Mondstadt that you loved so much. The door closes with a soft click and he was alone again.

People found it strange how Diluc seemed so vacant to your passing. He didn't even show up at your funeral. Instead, he continues his duties as a Mondstadt nobleman like usual while taking care of business matters associated with the winery. Except those who were close to him could see the difference in his actions. Apathy, he was so mechanical in every task he did. Like a marionette attatched on strings, a doll without a soul. After all, his soul died the moment when yours did too. What remains was a shadow of Diluc and a being existing solely for revenge and duty. He was nothing but a remnant.

Fatigue begins to wash over him and he fights to stay awake. Because once he gives in it will all be over. Once he closes his eyes, he would see your face with a multitude of images from the past. He would hear your voice calling out his name from a distant space as it echoes off the walls of his mind. He would fall into a dream where you were still with him and as always, waking up to see that it was never real.

I should have pushed you away.

Because what hurt Diluc the most wasn't that you were gone, rather, it was how you were still here.

Then you'd still be-

Something breaks and it turned out to be the pen he was holding so tightly. Only now Diluc realized how fast his heart was thrumming as beads of sweat began rolling down his forehead. Focus. Don't waste time. He won't grant himself the liberty of anything when your murderer was still on the run. Every wound they inflicted on you was going to be returned in tenfold. He'll make sure of it. That's why, he refuses to think about you at all. Diluc occupies his mind with other matters since at this point, work was the only efficient method of keeping his sanity in tact.

She needs you to focus.

The door opens and Kaeya enters the room while holding a document, "We found the guy."

His reaction was immediate, "Where?"

"Hm, now that we meet, it's actually quite debateable," The captain notes wryly, "When was the last time you've gotten proper rest?"

"I don't have time for this, either you tell me or I'll do it by force."

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh, "Apologies but you don't seem to be in any state for a fight. I'm sure you know how it would end up if you were to face your enemy right now."

"..."

"Diluc, this isn't healthy," Kaeya asserts, it's been a while since he sounded so sincere, "I'm not here to prevent you from doing what's necessary however, perhaps it would be better if I finished it in your stead."

"No," Diluc stubbornly answers, "Hand that over."

"...Heh, then there's really nothing I can do to stop you it seems," he whispers with a sad smile, "At the very least, be careful."

"I intend to," The pyro user snatches the paper parchment out of Kaeya's hands before opening the window, "Also, if Elzer returns, tell him there's a few errands I have to take care of."

The night was a full moon and the sky was empty, Diluc leaps off the edge and disappears into the darkness. There was no telling of what could happen next. Since you weren't here, it was up to Kaeya to watch over him.

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The claymore dropped to the ground with a clang as it soaks up the blood of the fatui he just killed.

Diluc was tired, so tired.

He slumps down against the wall from pure exhaustion, all that adrenaline and hatred went up in fumes, leaving behind whatever was left in his heart: nothing. Two hours, not even that far from Mondstadt, the fatui hid in an abandoned building as he cowarded for his life. When Diluc arrived, he never expected this monster to be so weak. This was the person who murdered you? A pathetic nobody that was simply following orders? This was the reason why he lost you forever?

In the end, the only one to blame was himself, for being weak and unable to protect you. He was supposed to be your hero ("Darknight hero," you'd always tease), the rock that shields you just as you had been the warmth he longed for many years, did he give you enough? Was this enough? He thought avenging your death would grant him a peace of mind and the justice you deserved but deep down, he knew it will never be enough when it comes to his love for you.

"Diluc."

He closes his eyes, he hears your voice. He was so tired, it wouldn't be a surprise if he started hallucinating.

"Diluc."

"I'm sorry..."

The man lets out a trembled breath as he apologized to the image of you in his mind. I'm sorry I failed you. They were repeated like a mantra in hopes to reach you somehow. Of course that was impossible, his feelings, his emotions, love and sorrow altogether will never reach you again. And your arms that once comforted him and brushed his hair with a soothing voice, saying everything will be okay, where are they now?

"Diluc."

"Stop," he didn't want to hear your voice.

"Diluc, I'm here."

"Stop..."

"Diluc..."

He jolts his eyes open and lets out a yell, what was he saying? He doesn't know. All he needed now was to drown out the fake voices mocking in his head. Diluc grabs the nearest object and shatters it against the floor, the dam was broken and it flooded uncontrollably, breaking everything in it's way. The abandoned house was filled with loud cries of a man sobbing with agony like a broken-hearted child. He crumbles to his knees and falls to his side, lifting his forearms while clutching his face.

And screamed.

Archons, what did he do to deserve this? Why do the people he cherish get taken away from him? Diluc never wanted to be the Darknight hero if it meant having his father perish in his arms. He didn't want the feeling of stabs against his chest with every breath he took. He didn't want to feel cold while knowing it was because you weren't here to hold him. He didn't want your voice, your pictures or your memory.

He wanted you.

"(Y/n)..." he chokes. Rolling to his back, Diluc moves his arms to cover his eyes, letting the tears run down to his ears, "(Y/n)..."

For who knows how long, he lays there in the abandoned building and mourns. Diluc doesn't have the strength to move from his position, he found himself staring mindlessly through the cracks of the roof when his voice had gone hoarse. The corners of his eyes still burned and his head was throbbing with so much pain. Maybe he should just stay here but the thought of being in the same room as your murderer was unfathomable.

Picking up his claymore once again, Diluc drags himself out of the door. Where would he go? It's not like he had a home to return to because home was when he was with you. A doll without a soul, the marionette moves as if the strings have commanded him to do so. Where ever it takes him, he didn't care. He just knew he had to go.

[marathoning-barbie]

Barbie: Fairytopia (2005)

To me, the Fairytopia trilogy is one of the most iconic parts of the entire Barbie film franchise. It was weirdly amazing to me as a child to have this movie series inside what was another movie series. After the rewatch, I definitely still like all three movies — though they’re decidedly not all on the same level.

I honestly almost wish I could make one post for the entire trilogy to properly compare all these movies to each other. Maybe I’ll make such a post whenever I reach MotR (or Mariposa 2) as a little bonus, but for now, we’re going to tackle each of these movies one-by-one, even if I’ll still occasionally bring up the others.

Now, the first question I have to ask is: Did the writers know what they were doing when they made the entire Fairytopia series revolve around rainbows?

I mean, my God.

My. God.

(I know that’s the third movie, but I can’t find a gif of Laverna being showered in a rainbow and I’m too lazy to make it myself.)

Either way, I literally cannot watch this movie these days without chuckling like a dumbass at the “rainbow in her eyes” line. Doesn’t help that the person saying it is Azura, who I’m pretty sure I had a crush on as a child, and who, if any, is decidedly my OTP for Elina — yes, over both Nori and Sunburst.

I’m in love.

So let’s get to where it all started.

This movie takes place in Fairytopia, a fantasy world in which all kinds of magical creatures are real. Elina is a fairy, but unlike other members of her species, she has no wings, and she’s relentlessly mocked for that. One day, a sickness spreads throughout Fairytopia that turns plants foul and makes it so all fairies (and really all beings with wings) can’t fly anymore. Additionally, one by one, all fairy guardians, protectors of Fairytopia, are kidnapped. The mastermind behind these incidents is Laverna, sister of the Enchantress, the ruler of Fairytopia. As it turns out, Laverna has put her sister to sleep with a spell, and wants to use the fairy guardians’ power to rule over Fairytopia herself. Elina decides to go and seek help from the other guardians, since she is the only one in her realm already used to walking long distances. With the help of the fairy guardian Azura, the butterfly Hue, the dryad Dahlia as well as many other people and creatures of Fairytopia, she eventually makes it to Laverna herself. Even though she is promised a pair of wings should she choose to help the evil fairy, she resists, defeating Laverna herself. As a reward, the Enchantress fulfills her one wish, giving her a pair of wings.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to visit this place as a child.

Now, there were a few things watching this movie that really surprised me. I definitely still liked it overall, but I honestly think it’s the weakest of the trilogy. I know a lot of people consider Magic of the Rainbow to be the worst, but I definitely prefer it over this one (even ignoring the fact one of my favorite dolls as a child was MotR Elina). There’s just a lot of stuff that happens in this movie that is incredibly weird in hindsight and that could’ve been cut completely to flesh out a different, better scene.

Let’s get one thing out of the way first. You may have noticed that I didn’t bring Bibble up once when going through the plot. Even when I had a much, much longer plot rundown in my first draft, I completely lef him out, and that wasn’t even on purpose. He is just that inconsequential. Somehow he’s even unaffected by the sickness Laverna is spreading, even though it applies to all flying creatures and not just fairies (see Hue). The only time Bibble ever contributes to the plot at all in the entire trilogy is when he distracts the Fungi in Mermaidia. And I’m sorry, but he’s so, so annoying. I get that there’s funny memes and that some people consider him iconic, but God, I wish these movies didn’t contain Bibble (or later on Dizzle, obviously). He would probably be the worst “animal” sidekick in the entire franchise if it wasn’t for a certain deformed elephant a few movies from now, and unlike Tika, he has the misfortune of appearing in four of them. Fuck Bibble.

There also were a lot of scenes that were honestly extremely unnecessary by the end. I know a lot of the other movies have a similar setup to this one, with the character going on some great journey, with a variety of obstacles on the way, but it just felt particularly weird here. I get why they made it this way, but between the guy not letting her through to Azura, Hue, the mermaids and Nalu, the horrible rhyming gnome creatures and Dahlia, one or two could have easily been cut out to improve one of the better scenes. Honestly, Daliah definitely could have used more screentime. Hell, I might even be missing something, considering I rewatched the movie and STILL completely forgot to mention the mermaids in my first draft.

But maybe I am just trying to find a rational reason for why they should have removed those nightmare gnomes and just have Hue bring her to Dahlia.

They’re not cute, they’re not funny, I despise them and I personally choose to believe they were eaten by Laverna’s Firebirds. According to the wiki, they’re called “Happy Trolls”, but I am certainly not happy, and I hope they aren’t either.

And since we’re bashing some character designs already, what the hell is up with Hue?

What is that 2D tuft of hair? Why does he have e-girl make-up? Why the weirdly human nose? Apparently there was a Hue toy, but it looks way different, and frankly, way cuter.

I don’t know who looked at that final design for the movie character and thought “yup, looks great”, but I hope the Happy Trolls visit them in their dreams.

By far the biggest issue though is how this movie kind of destroys its own moral. This movie is all about how Elina being wingless is what makes her unique, and especially considering the bullying at the beginning of the movie, it really feels like a disability metaphor. Even the moral from the Barbie quote at the end of the credits is “What makes you different makes you special.” However, this movie wants to have its cake and eat it too, so she still gets wings at the end and the message is thrown out the window. I feel like a lot of media with disability metaphors does that, and it just sucks, because that’s not how (most) real-life disabilities work or what you should teach about them. I understand that the rest of the franchise couldn’t have happened the way it did without her getting wings, but… ugh. I can forgive all the other stuff I criticize in this review. But this? Nope. I cannot forgive this.

Well, that and the Happy Trolls.

Now, I’ve talked so much shit about this movie that it probably sounds like I dislike it, but no, the movie is still really charming. Laverna is by far my favorite Barbie villain. She’s a queen (or at least she wishes she was lol), she’s an icon and frankly, I stan. It’s taking every fiber of my being to resist the urge to call her a milf. I do kinda wish we’d have found out a little more about her and her sister’s past, but it’s not necessary, really. She just wants to turn Fairytopia into shit and then rule and I’m here for it. Call me a simp, because you’d be right.

Yes you are, Queen.

Everything with Azura is also great, and she’s genuinely my favorite character out of the entire trilogy. “For the friends I haven’t met yet”' is a pretty great quote and frankly should’ve been Barbie’s message at the end, considering how much they bungled up the disability metaphor. I also think Elina’s homeland is quite beautifully designed, especially compared to a movie far off into the future. We’ll get to you, Secret Door. Obviously, there’s also always a nostalgia bonus, considering I was pretty obsessed with the entire trilogy as a child. This movie is good, it just could have very easily been better.

One last thing to note: this is the first movie with no direct love interest! Elina does have implications with Nalu in this and Linden in the third movie, but nothing ever comes of any of this and Nalu is even directly removed from the pool of love interests in the second movie. While I did mention some shipping stuff already, I actually prefer Elina as aroace and her ending up without a romantic partner, mostly because you get that opportunity much less in these movies. Oh well, see you in two movies, Elina!

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

serendipity // bucky barnes

PART ONE

Summary: You end up stuck in 1942 without a way to come back, but when you meet the young and charming version of Bucky Barnes, do you really want to go back to the present?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: lack of ‘40s knowledge

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @punxgal​ for proofreading this. You’re amazing!

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“Are you sure we should be here? You know how Tony is about people in his lab,” Wanda pointed out for like the seventh time but you kept on ignoring her. Maybe you should have listened to her and you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation. 

Tony didn’t allow anyone in his lab, he had his reasons, but the majority of it was because he didn’t like it when other people touched his stuff. You had the stupid idea of breaking this rule to go to see what he was working on, and of course, you bring Wanda with you, because if you are going to get in trouble you may as well involve your best friend.

You were a restless person and had the bad habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. It was something most people hated about you, you did nothing to change it, but this time took the cake.

You had messed with one of Tony’s new gadgets, the lights went off, an alarm ringing so loud you had to cover your ears. Then out of nowhere, a gust of wind swirled the room.

Wanda screamed at you asking what was going on, sparks lighting up the darkroom. You could feel what felt like someone pulling you and then your body hit the ground and seconds later Wanda was laying next to you.

Pulling yourself back up onto your feet, you looked around taking in your surroundings. You weren’t in Tony’s lab anymore. You were outside, in a dark alley. 

“Did Tony build a teleportation machine?” you asked confused 

“Not exactly,” you turned around to see Wanda, she was holding a newspaper in her hands with a frightened look on her face. You take a look at the paper to see what got her so shaken, and you saw it, the date. 

 “We’re in 1942?”

Was it really possible that you had traveled back in time? Had he really figured it out? You knew Tony was a genius but a time machine it’s too much, even for him.

“What do we do now?” Wanda was looking at you as if she was waiting for you to come with a solution, after all, you were responsible for this situation. If you haven’t sniffed around Tony’s lab you wouldn’t be here right now, you would be back at the compound, safe and eating ice cream while you watch some shitty show on Netflix.

You sighed, “I don’t know”

“They’re going to come for us, right?”

“I guess. The alarms went off in the lab, so they must know that something has happened, it’s just a matter of time until they put two and two together and come to our rescue.” But you didn’t know when that’s gonna happen. “We’ll just have to wait”

“Okay,” Wanda accepted, “What do we do until then?”

You decided the best thing, for now, was to look for a place to stay. You walked out of the alley and into the streets of Brooklyn. As you walked through the crowd you could see the strange looks people were giving you, trying to get out of your way or trying not to walk close to you at all.

“Why are they looking at us like that?” you inquired.

Wanda stopped walking and grabbed your hand, pulling you to a side of the street “I think it’s the clothes” she pointed out. 

“What’s wrong with our- “ you stopped your sentence when you took a look at what you were wearing. Jeans, t-shirts, boots, and leather jackets aren't the most go-to look in the ’40s.

You couldn’t walk through the streets like that. It was drawing attention and that’s the last thing you two needed right now. Wanda paused for a moment, you standing next to her, she was doubting if she should do what she had in mind or not, it was a good option, the only option you guys had. Wanda wasn’t a fan of her powers, especially with people often being scared and disgusted by her. Not that she didn’t blame them though. But it hurt you that some people didn’t see farther than her powers. She is not only your best friend, but an amazing person and who only deserves the best.

Wanda sighed. She didn’t have a choice. You looked at her and instantly knew what she wanted to do. It was one of the many reasons The Scarlet Witch was your best friend. There was no need for words to know what the other was thinking, even without her powers, there was a connection between you two.

Only a snap of her fingers and a few seconds later, you looked down to see your clothes. Your twenty-first century outfit had been replaced with a knee-length, A-line dress and a pair of peep-toe heels and your hair was now lying in loose waves. “Wow.” You looked at her with fascination that you’d always held when seeing Wanda use her powers. You didn’t understand why people could be afraid of her when she could do such wonderful things.

It was the next day when you were laying in the bed of the hostel you were staying at and the ceiling had never been more interesting. It had been more than 24 hours and still, you had no news from your friends. 

You hadn’t left the room, and you were starting to feel suffocated. 

“Let’s get out,” you proposed as you got up from the bed. Wanda tore her gaze from the book she was reading and looked at you like had grown a second head.

“Are you crazy? We can’t just go walking around the city like that!”

“Why not?” you pouted and sat in her bed next to her “What is the harm?”

Your careless demeanor was something that drove Wanda crazy sometimes. You never thought about the consequences your actions could have and you two being stuck more than seventy years in the past was the perfect example of that. And now you wanted to go out and have fun as if this were a normal Friday for you.

The witch sighed and closed the book in her hands. “We’re not home, (Y/N). We cannot go and parade around the city like we belong here.”

“I just want to have some fun!” 

“You wanting to have fun is what had brought us here in the first place.” Wanda muttered under her breath, you weren’t supposed to hear it, but you did. You got up abruptly from the bed and made your way to the door.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t reply to her as you left the room, closing the door behind you as you made your way out of the building and into the streets of New York. You knew you were acting childish and you knew Wanda was right but you were too proud to let her know that. 

You walked through the streets with no particular destination in mind, you just needed the air hitting on your face. You had walked for at least twenty minutes when you spotted a building that caught your eye. A dance hall.

You crossed the street and made your way into the building. Jazz music flooded your ears as soon as you entered even though the club wasn't that large. It had enough room for various couples to be able to dance and that’s all that seemed to be needed. This scene was so different from what you were used to. It felt different but in a good way. You couldn't help but feel struck by the feeling that you were born in the wrong decade. You’d have loved to live like this. 

As your eyes explored the room, you spotted a short man aside from the crowd that you couldn’t help but recognize. You narrowed your eyes, trying to get a better glimpse of him. Oh my god... He was so much different now, but you would recognize the face of Steve Rogers anywhere. 

 You turned to leave as soon as you recognised him. Steve couldn’t see you. Yes, he had no idea who you were yet, but he’ll meet you in the future and this could affect all manners of things. What if you do something that changes the past and affects the future and- Now you were panicking, your mind running a mile per hour, trying to get out there when you turned and slammed straight into someone. 

“Careful, doll.” That voice, why did it sound so familiar to you? You looked up into the eyes of the man in front of you and there he was. A young Bucky Barnes. With those steel-blue eyes,  full of joy and that charming smile that never left his face. This version of him, at least. The Bucky you knew was nothing like the man that currently stood in front of you. 

“You okay?” he asked worriedly, and it was then you realized that you had been staring at him for too long.

You looked away quickly, muttering a quick, “Y-Yeah, sorry.”

You tried to walk past him and keep your original plan of leaving the club. If talking to Steve was a bad idea, talking to Bucky wasn’t a better one. As soon as you made to leave, Bucky grabbed your upper arm gently, turning your heels so you were facing him again.

“Come on, doll. You can’t leave me like that,” the smile never left his face and you thought how strange it was to see him smile so much. Nowadays, it was a rarity to see Bucky smile, not that you could blame him for his broody demeanor after everything that he has been through. But now you couldn’t shake how damn beautiful he looked with a smile adorning his features. “You own me at least one dance.”

He held his hand to you, and you knew you should have refused, it was the worst idea and it could affect the future but you weren’t known for making the right choices. So, you took his hand and danced through your second mistake of the night.

It was late when you walked into the room, but Wanda was still up, waiting for you on her bed. She was doing her typical ‘scolding a child’ pose and she could be intimidating when she wanted to.

“Where have you been?” she demanded.

You bit your bottom lip, a habit you had when you were nervous. “I fucked up….again”

His hands were on your back with yours wrapped around his shoulders. You swayed to the slow melody the band was playing. 

“So… I don’t think I got your name,”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” His shameless flirting made you chuckle as you’d heard the stories from Steve about Bucky’s amazing luck with the ladies. But now that you had that same man in front of you, his hand wrapped around your middle and dancing so close to you, you could see why so many women fell for him. He really had a game.

“What about you, Romeo? Can I get your name?”

“Bucky Barnes” he smirked. As you kept dancing to the sound of the music, his eyes never left yours, not for even a second, and you wished in that moment that you had the power to read his mind.

He tightened his hands on your back as he leaned a little to be closer to you. “How is it that I have never seen you around before?”

“I’m just passing by” You simply state, not technically lying to him. You still held hope that your friends were working on a way to bring you home.

“Does that mean I’m not gonna see you again?” His voice sounded disappointed, almost sad. 

He brought one of the hands that were resting on your back to your face, caressing your cheek gently. Cupping your jaw, he looked into your eyes, asking for permission. When you didn’t do anything to stop him, he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft as they brushed gently against your own and you couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed you with so much tenderness. Bucky has only known you for a few hours and his kiss had more meaning than any of the kisses you had received from any of your previous relationships. It was something you didn’t know you craved until now, so you let yourself get lost in the kiss, melting into the third mistake of the night.

“What the hell, (Y/N)!” Wanda raised her voice at you. “Do you have any idea of what you have done?”

“I just- I couldn’t help myself,” you defended yourself, “You should have seen him… I couldn’t tell him no.” 

“Since when do you have feelings for Bucky?”

“I don’t!”

“It doesn’t sound like it…. and it definitely doesn’t look like it. You practically light up every time you mention his name!” pointing accusingly at you.

You weren’t lying when you said you don’t have feelings for Bucky. You had barely talked to the man since Steve brought him to the compound. You didn’t know anything about him other than what basic information everyone already knew. 

He was quiet and shy, spending most of his time locked in his room. The times he did come out, he only spoke with Steve and Sam. He tried to stay out of the way of everyone, not wanting to be a burden.  

“What did you do after the kiss?” Wanda asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“I ran away...”

[freelancearsonist]

Something Wicked this Way Comes

Blinding Lights

A Poe Dameron x fem!Reader Series

Chapter Fourteen of Twenty-Nine

Rated PG for use of language and mentions of illegal activities

1,318 words

A/N: literally more than a year and half later (sorry) here’s the next chapter! this is a very special birthday gift for my beloved @aellynera​ because she’s been begging me to revive this series 😂

“This place is truly gorgeous all dolled up,” Rey comments, some type of wine or another in her hand. “It’s so nice that so many people came.”

“Well, thirty years is a big deal. Especially in this industry,” you note. “Hardly any celebrity couples make it ten years anymore, much less three times that.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she hums with a smile. “Have you seen Finn? I’ve been searching for him all night but I’ve yet to find him.”

With the crowd that’s turned up, looking for Finn is like searching for a needle in a haystack. You haven’t even seen your own boyfriend since he left to go get a drink at the beginning of the party.

You had hoped that you would stay by his side so all of the celebrities here wouldn’t be able to sense how out of place you were. So much for that.

You don’t know what else to do besides nervously fidget with your dress as your eyes scan the crowd for a familiar face—but the thing is, on an acre full of celebrities, all the faces are familiar. It’s even more challenging to find who you’re looking for when you recognize literally everyone.

Time slips by like waves on sand and you have no clue how long you’ve been searching for your boyfriend when a hand reaches out and grabs your arm. You nearly scream before you recognize the face and voice attached to the arm—your brother.

“There you are,” he chuckles—his face that seems unable to smile summons a vague smirk. “I was wondering if I’d see you here.”

“Armie… what are you doing here?”

“I’m the guest of Vice President Ren,” he announces with the most hoity toity tone you’ve ever heard in your life.

You scoff and roll your eyes, a gesture that apparently damages his attitude of self importance.

“Cut the act,” you tell him, not entirely unkindly. “It’s very unbecoming.”

He genuinely laughs at that—pulls you into his arms for a tight hug that completely catches you off guard.

“I’ve missed you, little sister.”

“I missed you too,” you mumble into his chest. “So, Ben actually made an appearance?”

“Kylo Ren,” he corrects, like it’s an instinct he can’t hold back. It’s so automatic it almost feels like you’ve tapped his knee and his leg has kicked in response. He hesitates for a moment, then… “sorry. you know I have to be diplomatic with everyone.”

“Not me.”

He gives a wry smile at that and opens his mouth to say something, but he’s interrupted by a much deeper voice that instantly unsettles your stomach.

“Hux, this must be your beautiful sister. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

The voice’s owner is tall and dark-haired, handsome in an untraditional fashion. But something about him makes you feel incredibly uneasy.

He holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do it with such reluctance that it nearly makes him uncomfortable.

“I’m sure your brother has told you who I am.”

“As if I could not know,” you say—your tone is way more seething than you mean for it to be. “You and President Snoke are all anyone hears about anymore.”

He chuckles at that—a stunted noise that sounds more like a cough than a laugh.

“Yes, well, our work is very important.”

You want to point out that his work is controversial at best. Outright unconstitutional at worst. No one’s really sure how he and Snoke managed to make it into office, much less stay there.

But you keep your mouth shut. You’re not sure if you would if your brother wasn’t standing right there, but he is and you don’t want to upset him.

“I’m surprised you actually came,” you tell him—that hint of venom still in your voice.

“It’s good for publicity.” He chuckles like it’s a joke, but you can tell it’s really not. It makes sense—the media is up his ass as it is, and showing support for his family will get him some brownie points.

You almost wish he wouldn’t have showed just so the papers had one more thing to crucify him for.

But you take a deep breath and close your eyes, and you remind yourself that you can’t cause a scene here. You’re here for Han and Leia, and you won’t be the one to ruin their big night.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Ben…” you take a modicum of self-satisfaction in the way he grimaces at the use of his real name, “but I’d best be going. Im looking for someone.”

“Dameron, right?” You don’t have to look at the scowl on his face to hear the distaste in your voice. You’re almost proud that someone like him doesn’t approve of your boyfriend—it makes you more solidified in the fact that you made the right choice.

As if on cue, you feel the familiar warmth of Poe’s arm as it wraps around your waist and draws you close to his warm body.

“Ren,” he practically spits. “Nice to see you.”

“Likewise.”

There’s a tense moment where the two men simply stare each other down like they’re preparing to pounce, but thank god someone pulls Ben aside because you’re not sure you could stop Poe from jumping the vice president. Or if you would even want to.

Poe presses a kiss to your forehead as he apologizes for his disappearing act—you barely have enough time to tell him that it’s okay before he’s dragged away by some producer he used to work with and vanishes from sight.

You feel entirely lost for a moment before it registers that your brother is still here. And it takes another moment to note the sour look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He nearly flinches when you set your hand on his arm, before seeming snapping out of whatever day dream he was in.

“Stay away from Ren,” he warns in a low tone. “He’s up to no good.”

“Yeah, America already knows that,” you try to joke.

“I mean tonight. He’s not just here for his parents, or the publicity.”

For a moment, it’s like everything fades away. There’s no crowd babbling, no band playing, no drinks clinking. It’s just you and the gravity of Armie’s warning.

And then it hits you—what Han said earlier.

"I have a feeling something’s gonna happen tonight. I’m not sure why, but... I dunno. I had the same feeling in the pit of my stomach the night Snoke took in Ben. The same feeling I get every time something goes wrong.”

You shouldn’t have written it off as nerves. He was right. Something big is going to happen, and you might be able to stop it.

All you have to do is find Han—a needle in a haystack.

You wish Poe had stuck around just a few minutes longer. He would know what to do. Maybe he could distract Ben while you find Han, or…

But there’s no point on fixating on the “what ifs”. You need to focus on finding Han or Leia or both of them and warning them that something big is coming. That Han was right.

As if on cue, the crowd hushes and you see Han and Leia taking their places on the raised platform outside of the house, drinks in hand. Ready to make speeches and toasts.

Part of you wants to scream, wants to do anything to get their attention. But what if Armie was wrong? What if Ben doesn’t have anything severe up his sleeve?

You won’t be the person to ruin their special night.

But you wish you would’ve been, because almost as soon as Han opens his mouth, he chokes up and drops to the ground.

THE END

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

that poc ask reminded me, i was doing research on all of the characters backgrounds and was so shocked at how the writers were able to make characters who were chinese, creole, cafre/moroccan, arab/north african, malian, vietnamese, japanese, jewish, native american, black, and so many more im probably missing so BORING. im black, and dont get me wrong i hate in your face representation, but you can tell thomas just throws all these nationalities and ethnicities in as if theyre extra points he can earn. you cant know that any of the characters are so diverse unless you go onto the wiki or you rummage through his tweets. i take great pride in my culture so its just annoying he takes pride in having such a diverse cast but that means nothing if you dont do anything with it.

I don’t want to act like I’m the authority on this, but my personal theory is that Astruc wants the show to be easily digestible for viewers despite also claiming his cast is so diverse to gain attention. Remember when he actually said something along the lines of “I’m not racist, some of my main characters are people of color!” when someone (albeit very rudely) accused him of being racist?

This theory of mine is kind of backed up with the idea that despite basing some of the heroes and Akumas on folklore, Astruc’s team really seem doesn’t do a lot of research on culture from other countries.

Oni-Chan is a good example. Aside from an admittedly decent character design, her powers don’t really match up with the Oni seen in Japanese mythology other than Oni-Gokko (tag, only the person who is “it” is called an Oni), but that’s really stretching it. She doesn’t use a club for a weapon, she doesn’t use any sorcery or elemental powers. She basically has the same powers as Lady Wifi. Thematically, Oni-Chan is closer to the Namahage, people who dress up in Oni costumes and threaten to kidnap children if they don't behave, similarly to what she was doing by hunting down Lila.

You really could have done a lot more with this concept, like if the Lucky Charm of the episode was something related to beans (a common practice in Japan during the Setsubun festival to bring in good fortune at the start of Spring), or peaches (a reference to the Momotaro fairy tale, where the titular Oni-fighting hero was born from a giant peach).

There’s also Weredad, an Akuma who just has a fairy tale motif despite it not really lining up with Tom’s character. I get that they were already going to have a baker-themed Akuma later on (even though that Akuma is also a waste of potential with his powers), but I just don’t get why they throw in so many fairy tale cliches in with this Akuma like the single rose or the damsel in distress role Marinette plays. What if instead, he was based off the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk? It’s just a mess of an Akuma concept

If you want to see an example of a show having fun with the concept of fairy tales, I’d check out Episodes 34 and 35 of Kamen Rider Ghost. You’ll get a little lost as it’s right as the series’ final arc is starting (and that’s not getting into a really creepy scene in Episode 34), but once you get to Episode 35, it becomes an absolute blast.

And then there’s Anansi, one of the worst Akumas of the series from a conceptual standpoint. Anansi in African folklore is a trickster by definition. The reason we have stories today according to African folklore is because Anansi managed to capture four extremely dangerous creatures for the Sky God Nyame (he tied Onini the Python to a palm tree branch, trapped the Mmoboro Hornets in a gourd, lured Osebo the Leopard into a pit, and got Mmoatia the Fairy stuck to a doll covered in gum tree sap), who traded his stories to Anansi in response. Even then, his wife Aso gave him a lot of advice on how to trap these creatures, and is sadly forgotten in modern interpretations of Anansi. As a result, since Nyame gave all of his stories to Anansi, every story told today is by definition, a “Spider Story”.

Anansi in the show... is the complete opposite. She’s a dumb brute who has to be told where the Miraculous are, and the closest thing she does to any trickery is trapping Alya and Cat Noir in one of her webs. It makes you wonder why Nora even adopted the title of Anansi in her boxing career in the first place. 

Why base an Akuma off someone known for deception and trickery and make them a complete idiot? For the love of God, you had a template to base this Akuma on because Static Shock had an episode all about a superhero themed after Anansi! Sure, a later episode with the character took a few liberties when discussing the folktale, but it’s still more accurate than what Miraculous Ladybug did.

To me, it just reinforces my belief that the only reason Astruc has characters of several ethnicities in his show is for social brownie points. If he actually cared about diversity or introducing folklore to children, he and his team would actually do their research on properly representing various cultures.

I’m just saying, when a PBS Kids cartoon with a talking moon as the main character does a better job at teaching children about various cultures in every episode than your show that only talks about other cultures in a handful of episodes, your writers might need to rethink the way they do their research.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Hi again! Honestly, I kind of love your meta about the Cullens with and without Edward as a framing device. They're so delightfully fucked up. What do you think the Cullens like about each other? Like, do Jasper and Rosalie ever just share a commiserating glance when Edward is getting particularly judge-y? Does Carlisle ever tell Rose how proud he is that her self-control is That Good? Do Emmett and Esme hang out, does she appreciate how light-hearted he is? Like - other than their "mates" do you think the Cullens are super close? What do you think it would take to get them there/what's the ideal "family" dynamic?

Thank you, and for reference, Edward's thoughts on the family.

All the Cullens about all the other Cullens? Well, this will certainly be a large post. I guess we'll tackle this one at a time and then get into what an ideal "family" dynamic even is (especially for vampires).

Let's buckle in friends.

Alice

By far, Alice is closest to Edward.

When she first sees him, she runs to him and embraces him as a brother. Throughout the series, Alice and Edward are the ones that share a close bond with each other, rely upon one another, and hold each other in the highest esteem.

Much of this comes from their respective gifts.

Per their gifts, they unwillingly invade the privacy of everyone close in their lives. More, it's something that forces them to see the world differently beyond even Jasper (who is also gifted). They have a strong sense of kinship with one another.

Bella is important to Alice not only because Alice sees her as a friend but because she is the one who will make Edward happiest. And that means quite a bit to Alice.

Otherwise, Alice isn't that close to any of the others.

Bella comes in slot number two in Alice's esteem and that's very telling, because Alice treats Bella like her life-sized Barbie doll and makes it clear on a number of occasions that she's more than willing to risk Bella's life for the sake of Edward's happiness without a hint of remorse.

Then there's the rest of them.

People, to Alice, are a bit like pawns in a chess game. Part of this is because of her gift, she sees so many futures that it's very easy for her to dehumanize those around her. The people she's closest to aren't people, but a collection of possible choices, and Alice helps guide those choices to the ones she finds preferable.

And preferable, here, is preferable to Alice. Oh, it might work out for everyone else, and Alice will tell you she looks out for the future of everyone over all, but ultimately because everyone else is just a collection of choices it's what happens to Alice that matters.

Alice is with Jasper because a vision told her to be, nothing more, nothing less. Every interaction they have just emphasizes that they are nothing together, not even a real emotional bond.

The others don't even seem to share a connection with Alice at all. She's in their lives, is this perky kind of fun girl, but that's it. They barely know her as she seems to barely know them.

Alice is with the Cullens not for the Cullens themselves but because visions have guided her to be there as the best future for her. Oh, she treats them like family, but I imagine she'd be the same with anyone else had visions dictated a different path.

As for why the Cullens, they're large and very talented, and Carlisle is one of the few vampires in such a large coven who would not use Alice's gift as a means of war or expansion. It's really the safest place for Alice to be, and why she'll likely do everything in her power to keep the coven together.

Carlisle

Despite Edward's, Edwardness, Carlisle is incredibly fond of Edward and does see him as something of a son. He's also very devoted to his marriage to Esme, despite its unseen flaws. And he seems to be very close with Rosalie, easily seeing her as a daughter and acting much like a paternal figure to her throughout the series.

He doesn't seem as close with Emmett, Jasper, and Alice. This is in part because Emmett doesn't really reach out to him the way the others do, Jasper keeps very much to himself, and Alice is Alice.

However, he's very fond of the Cullens as a whole and looks on each of them highly, even if they don't really deserve it all the time. He would be devestated were the coven to fall apart.

Emmett

Emmett's closest is with Rosalie, for obvious reasons, but even they have a pretty dysfunctional relationship. What Emmett appreciates most about Rosalie is her beauty, when it comes to her personality, he openly admits he's not the largest fan (but what are you going to do, it's the wife, amirite?)

Otherwise, he's a very amiable guy and gets along well enough with everyone, but doesn't seem particularly close to any of them. He wrestles with Jasper and seems to engage in the most 'fun' activities with him, but Jasper is a very haunted soul with a difficult past that Emmett doesn't touch with a ten foot pole.

Emmett tries to bond with Edward, but they just don't understand one another. Especially as Edward seems to go increasingly mad when he decides he's in love with Bella Swan, Emmett doesn't know what to do with that one at all.

Emmett never embraces the whole Esme and Carlisle as his parents thing, and to him it's likely a hilarious joke, but otherwise he doesn't bond with either of them too much.

So, when you get down to it, it's pretty much just Rose.

Esme

Esme adores the family, and by the family I mean Edward. Edward is far and away Esme's favorite child, really the only Cullen I'd say Esme considers her child, and she makes no pretense otherwise and openly says as much.

That said, if you asked her, it would be about the family unit as a whole. And she would be devastated if the Cullens fell apart on her, though not as much if one of the fringe members left vs. Edward leaving.

Otherwise, there's Carlisle, who she adores as her husband. Though they, too, have significant issues. Specifically, neither of them truly knows who it is they married and one day they will find that out. Personally, I think Carlisle ranks far less in Esme's priorities than Edward, in part because he doesn't need her quite so badly, and also because in a way he just is Husband to her and little else.

I think she has very little connection with Jasper and Alice specifically, as they came in so late and in a way are so self contained. Emmett I think amuses her, but he's not really a "child" per se. Rosalie's closest, but as Rosalie doesn't need her as a mother I think that puts a wedge between them.

I also think that Rosalie and Esme wouldn't really understand each other. Despite having lived through similar experiences as humans, they are very different women from one another. I just don't see the bond there.

Jasper

Jasper seems to be the eternal outsider in the family. Edward despises him, but more, I think he doesn't quite know where to fit in with these people. He came from such a different from world than each of them and lived a very different life.

We see him wrestling with Emmett, so there's a bond of friendship there, but I never saw it as a particularly deep one. They'll wrestle, play games, but they never have the hard and difficult conversations in life.

He and Alice have their relationship, but there doesn't seem to be anything really holding them together. The conversations they need to have don't happen, and Alice manipulates his life like a piece on a chessboard, and he consents because he has no trust left in himself at all.

We see Jasper despair to Carlisle in Breaking Dawn that Bella, a newborn, has better control than him but this seems to be an extreme moment for him. It doesn't seem like he and Carlisle are talking often even if, perhaps, they should if only to gain more perspective from one another.

Jasper didn't come to the coven for Alice, nor is that solely the reason he stays, but he very much is an outsider and the one who doesn't quite fit in with the rest of them.

Rosalie

Rosalie is very invested in the family itself. She loves these people, even the ones that aren't so hot on her.

Yes, she wishes she and Alice had an actual relationship, and is pissed off when Alice blows her off for Edward's human girlfriend of all things. Yes, she wishes that she and Edward could get along, but she sees him as the brother you sometimes have a rocky relationship with.

Point being, to her, they are very much a family and she strives to keep them together.

As for who she's actually close to, I'd say it's Emmett and Carlisle. Her relationship with Edward is tense at best and antagonistic at worst. She and Alice have virtually know relationship at all, Jasper keeps to himself, and we don't see her really connecting with Esme.

On the other hand, in terms of her education (pursuing all she can and especially getting her medical degree), her strict adherence to the diet, she seems to emulate Carlisle in all that she does. He's very much a father figure to her and someone she wishes to be like.

So, I do think Carlisle tells Rosalie he's proud of her and she beams up at him. That one I do very much see happening.

Emmett is her rock, the man who keeps her steady and pulled her out of misery, who loves her near unconditionally. For the wrong reasons, perhaps, but time will tell if that relationship works out for them.

Summing it Up

The Cullens are actually fairly disjointed. They may look like a single cohesive unit, and they are in a sense, but if you look closer they divide down into cliques and subgroups quite easily. Not one of them is equally close to all other Cullens, and most of them are strangers to at least one of them.

This perhaps isn't surprising, given I think the coven is ultimately doomed, but it lays the foundations as for why it's doomed. Edward tells us this himself, what holds them together (vs. other smaller covens) is the diet. Edward, of course, didn't mean it like this, but to me that spells a very tenuous bond. One that, with not much of a catalyst, will break.

And I don't think they're going to get to the point where they reach that family ideal.

First, they'd have to truly understand each other, and understanding Edward would break the coven. So that's not going good places.

More though, they're such different people who ultimately do not share common ideals. They don't want the same things in life and certainly not for the same reasons, and because of that they're not going to be incredibly close to every other person in the coven. And that's fine, they don't have to be.

To be honest, I'm not sure the family dynamic is something they should strive for. They already, mostly, care about one another deeply and do live together. Why should they emulate human families?

The place where it falls apart on them is that half of them don't know who the other is, they all think they have different values than they actually do, and Edward is Edward.

And there's no getting around Edward being Edward.

[beyondspaceandstars]

While You Sleep

Chapter 18

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: angst Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

A/N: so sorry I’ve been slow with updating Tumblr - my blog was shadowbanned (basically Tumblr hid my blog in searches, notifications, tags, etc.) and it just got fixed so I’m working to update here!

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“You’re back,” Dr. G smiled as you plopped down in the seat across from her. 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead forced a tight smile. “I’m back,” you confirmed with a dramatic nod for emphasis. You didn’t know why you were feeling so hostile. You had shown up here willingly this time. 

Bucky didn’t even know you were seeing your therapist again. But it wasn’t exactly like he was around to find out. He had left for his mission yesterday in the very early morning and you were now on constant edge. You didn’t know what he would encounter. You knew none of it was at your clearance level seeing as you had no government clearance level to begin with but still… You didn’t like that anything that went wrong would come back to you in the depths of your sleep. Even if Bucky had shared everything step-by-step, any mishap was another blow. Even if everything went right, you feared you were bound to see something. 

“Would you like to share anything?” Your therapist asked, disrupting your spiraling thoughts. It was like she knew and, well, maybe she did. You really did kind of suck at hiding your emotions. You could practically feel your face darkening with worry. 

“Bucky and I learned something about us recently,” you said a bit nervously but Dr. G nodded in encouragement. You tried to steady your breathing and continued, “Our soulmate bond has been disrupted. It happened when he was part of Hydra — I mean, not like part of. That makes it sound like he joined willingly which he absolutely did not—,”

Your therapist said your name sharply, cutting off your words. “I know what you meant,” she said.

You nodded briefly, recomposing yourself, and began again, “While under Hydra, he was brainwashed and in that process, they thought they had rid him of his soulmate. But, turns out, all they were doing was tampering with the transmission lines. This means any sort of trauma or… or really emotional occurrences in Bucky’s life gets passed along to me, intercepting any, well, normal dreams. And there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Nothing?”

You glanced away. “Well, I’ve asked him to retire to maybe… minimize the damage.”

Dr. G nodded as she scribbled something on her notepad. She let out an interesting hum. “How did Bucky respond to that?”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. You weren’t really upset with him, more angered by the situation. “It took him a second to come around to the idea and, sure, eventually he did but then he was given another mission. A mission he couldn’t turn down.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

Another feeling of annoyance flashed across you at the cliche therapist speak but you could also recognize the question for its worth. Someone was actually asking you how you felt about the new, and last, mission. Lord knows Bucky hadn’t.

You bit your lip, feeling tears already threatening to run down your cheeks. “It made me feel bad, to put it simply. I just felt horrible and scared. I know that with time it’ll go away and maybe we’ll find some peace but I’m just really hurt it has to be this way.”

More notes were scribbled. “How did Bucky react to hearing that?” Dr. G asked without looking up. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, fiddling with your fingers out of habit. Your therapist glanced up once her writing has finished. Her brows raised as you struggled to find an answer.

“He doesn’t really know.”

Your therapist placed her pen on her notepad and leaned forward in her chair, eyeing you a bit upsettingly. “Do you remember what I told you during your last session?”

Talking. Talking, talking, talking. Just let it out. How could you forget? That’s exactly what you had done and while it made some kind of progress, you were still stuck at this godforsaken dead end for the time being. 

You picked at the chair cushion. “He didn’t ask,” you sighed. “Besides, what good was it going to do? I couldn’t have stopped the mission.”

Dr. G shrugged. “No, I doubt you could’ve, but that’s not the point. The point is you’re hurting and your soulmate needs to know this, especially when it involves him. You can’t beat around the bush or try to sidestep this kind of stuff. Be gentle, yes, but little progress can be made if everything is bottled in.”

“Well, doc, I’m sorry to break it to you, but I’m sure he knows very well how I feel about all of this,” you snapped back. “Think I made myself super clear during our first conversation about retirement.”

“Fine,” she shrugged. “Assume he did. Assume Bucky knew everything that was going through your mind. Did it open any conversation?”

Your shoulders slumped. You looked away. 

Dr. G continued, “My point exactly. Of course, you don’t want to hurt him but you can’t hurt yourself in the process. How many people actually knew about the nightmares to begin with?”

“None,” you mumbled. And it was, sadly, the truth. Your coworker was the first to know. You hadn’t even had the guts to tell your parents. 

“I’m sure I make it sound easier than it really is but there are some benefits to it over time,” your therapist said after a moment. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re kind of annoying, you know that?”

Your therapist laughed. “You’ve been wanting to bite back for a while, haven’t you?” You didn’t answer. She shrugged. “Already testing out those communication skills I see.”

You let yourself roll your eyes this time.

***

It was nearing midnight when your cell phone rang. You jumped, suddenly disturbed by the ringtone as you laid on your couch watching some sitcom reruns. You frowned in confusion as you stretched to reach your phone on the coffee table. You weren’t expecting any calls.

You turned the screen around and were greeted by one name: Bucky. You just about yelped when it registered he was calling you -- and from his mission, amazingly. You sat up quickly and answered.

“Hi, Buck,” you greeted, hopefully sounding a bit more cheerful than you felt. Your therapy session from the morning still had you a bit shaken. 

“Hey, doll,” Bucky responded, his voice a bit hoarse. He sounded exhausted and...defeated. 

You sink into the couch. “Is everything going okay?” You guessed it wasn’t too weird he was reaching out while away but something was off in his voice. You thought you had already mentally prepared for the worst.

“For the most part,” he mumbled. “I have to tell you, sweetheart, it wasn’t smooth sailing. We… We all had to do some things we aren’t proud of.”

You shut your eyes, trying to reel in your panicked brain before you said something you’d regret. This couldn’t all fall on Bucky, it wasn’t fair. He had a job, one final job, and you were going to have to accept that. 

Regaining your voice, you said, “What… What things, Bucky?”

He fell silent on the other end. All you could hear was some soft breathing and others talking in the background. The rest of the team you could guess. You said his name into the receiver again.

“Just know I didn’t like what I had to do and I can’t wait to put this life behind me.”

If that was all you were getting from him, you’d have to accept it. “Okay,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “I-I understand.” You didn’t really but you knew after tonight you definitely would.

Bucky took another pause. “You deserve so much better than this.”

“Bucky-,”

“You really do, sweetheart.”

“Bucky, please, listen,” you sighed. “While this isn’t ideal and I was very upset you just jumped on this assignment without speaking to me, I know it won’t be like this forever, right? 

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about the assignment before leaving,” Bucky responded. “I-I knew I couldn’t do anything about it but that’s still not fair to you. You deserve to be heard.”

“It’s okay, honey,” you said, fighting back some tears getting ready to start again. “You’re almost done, you’re almost back home.”

Bucky hummed. “I am,” he confirmed. “And when I get back I’m going to make up for all of this, I promise.”

You let out a weak laugh through the tears. “You can make it up to me by getting home safely.”

Bucky was about to say something else but was then cut off by someone yelling at him in the background. He gave a curt response before turning his attention back to you. “Sorry, doll, but I have to go. We have some debriefing to do.”

“Of course,” you said, waving a hand in the air like he could see you. “I’ll see you soon, alright?”

“See you soon, sweetheart,” he said. “Love you.”

The line cut before you had the chance to say the words back. You held your phone out in front of you, staring at your lit homescreen, shocked and overwhelmed. He loved you. And he had said it.

***

You were dreading getting ready to go to sleep but, at the same time, your body was practically begging for it. You were finally getting back into the swing of working and now with therapy sessions on top, you couldn’t believe how exhausting life was. As if you had forgotten at some point. 

But with that craved moment of relaxation, an unnerving threat lurked. 

You practically moved with caution when it came to your nighttime routine now. You washed your face carefully and precisely. You scrubbed every tooth again and again for a good minute. Even combing out your hair seemed to be tedious. 

It was all sad attempts at procrastination and you knew it but what could you do? It wasn’t like you were jumping into bed happily no matter how much your body screamed. 

When there was no more to do in your routine, you had to accept it. You had to finally lay down in your bed, let your head hit the pillow, curl up under the duvet, and welcome whatever kind of sleep was going to greet you. 

Almost immediately, you were hit with everything.

As always, you’re seeing it in glimpses from Bucky’s eyes, from his mind. In this instance, he appears to be located in some kind of warehouse. It almost reminded you of where you had been taken to but abandoned.

At first, Bucky seems pretty calm and collected. He’s assessing his surroundings and mapping out a plan. He says something to the person next to them. You can’t see them and possibly you don’t want to. 

They agree with whatever Bucky has suggested but before their plan can commence, they’re both attacked. Guns blazing, doors busting, a whole goddamn ambush. You’re panicking, you feel Bucky panicking. But it doesn’t last long for him. No, within seconds he’s in destruction mode, stomping towards the pop-up army - you don’t even know what they’re part of - dodging bullets and taking them down one by one. 

Some others are helping out it seems but you’re only allowed to be consumed with Bucky’s take on the situation. Despite how much you don’t want to be, especially when he… You see the glint of his metal arm rush past. They’re dying. Being killed. These soldiers or whatever are dropping left and right around him. You feel Bucky’s pulsing anger. He has no plans of slowing down. You feel the tension in his arm as he strangles another and another and another. At one point, he even throws some across the room.

They’re finished. No more men pour in. The rest of the team has stopped. They’re all looking at Bucky, wide-eyed and nervous. You feel his fury turn to shame. You didn’t know the mission’s expectations but you could guess they didn’t exactly involve this much death. No one says anything as they move on. 

The images fade but the feelings don’t. You suddenly want to cry in your sleep feeling Bucky’s distraught and embarrassment. 

Unable to deal with it anymore, you force yourself awake, everything vanishing as your eyes open. You look around your dark room. The clock beside your bed reads just past three a.m. 

You curl back into your blanket and face the wall. You stare at it for the rest of the night, heart pounding and hands shaking.

[twdeadfanfic]

Vows Pt.8

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Series Summary:

The last battle with Negan doesn’t go as it should, with Negan coming on top, and so reader, Daryl’s girlfriend, offers herself as a wife to Negan if he doesn’t kill Daryl or anyone else. Negan accepts, he won’t kill anyone but will take reader as a wife, and he’ll take Daryl and some of the others to the Sanctuary as prisoners, promising not to hurt anyone if reader is one of his wives and the communities work for him.

This has both flashbacks to reader and Daryl’s story since meeting to now, and the present with reader living at the Sanctuary as a wife, trying to keep Daryl and their people safe, and she and the other wives dealing with Negan, plotting… (This is not a Negan x reader fic!)

Warning, Daryl is tortured.

Negan dragged you into the main hall of the Sanctuary, where everyone seemed to be gathered, and you gasped in horror when you saw Daryl.

He was tied up to a beam, hanging from his arms. They’d removed his sweatshirt and someone seemed to have decided to have their sick fun with him already, either Negan or any other savior at his orders, because you could see bruises over Daryl’s torse and face, as if he’d taken a beaten already, and his head was hanging low.

Up the stairs, you saw Rick, Rosita, Ezekiel, Gabriel, Eugine, and Dwight on their knees with guns pointed at their heads. This had to be your worst nightmare.

You tried to go to Daryl, out of instinct, but Negan was still holding your arm and he tugged you back roughly. “You don’t move unless I tell you,” he warned you, letting go of your arm to approach Daryl.

Negan grabbed his face and lifted it, making him look at him. “Now, Daryl…look who I’ve brought.” He moved Daryl’s head to make him look at you, even if he looked half gone, and you hated how in pain and hurt he looked, making your eyes fill with tears. “You wanted to go see her, uh?” Negan made Daryl nod. “Trying to sneak into my wive’s rooms like a dog in heat, sending one of my men to the infirmary…that’s more than a no, no…”

“See what I did to Dwight?” Negan moved Daryl’s face again so he looked at Dwight. “And to Mark, that was my dear Amber’s boyfriend.” Negan made Daryl look at Amber now, who was half-hidden behind the other wives. “He died…but I didn’t plan that, it just…happened…” Negan shrugged as if nothing. “But with you…no, I’m tired of you, I gave you too many chances…no, I’m marking you and then you’re going to meet Lucille…and you all here are going to watch and remember what happens if you pull up shit like that, because I feel I’ve been too soft and you all have forgotten!”

Negan let go of Daryl’s face, and you wanted to do something, anything, but you were paralyzed by fear. Negan walked around Daryl, circling him, and then he chuckled, looking at his back. “It seems that someone marked you pretty well already…”

Negan headed to the oven where an iron was begin heated, and you finally managed to push past your shock, running to him, not caring if you ended up being ironed yourself.

“Please, please, no, wait!” You didn’t care if you had to beg a million times, but you weren’t sure that would work anymore. “Please, he…he was worried about me, that’s why he did that, he wanted to check that I was okay, please, it’s my fault.”

“Get out of the way, doll, before you burn yourself,” Negan warned you, but you didn’t.

“Please, please don’t.” You kept trying. “I’ll do anything you want, please.” You didn’t know what you could offer, you had already married him. “I’ll clean this whole place every day, I’ll manage walkers on the fences, I…I…”

“I already have people doing all that, doll,” Negan said while you kept trying to think on stuff to do. “You’re my wife.”

Yes…and there was nothing that you could offer as a wife because he already took it when he wanted it… you felt so desperate that you felt tears in your eyes again. “Please…please, just ask me anything and I’ll do it, please…I’ll fuck you every way you want in every room here the same day every day, I’ll have a threesome if you want…” You weren’t sure if any other wife would be on board, but you just kept thinking stuff that you could give as one of his wives. “I’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone…I…I…” You couldn’t think on anything, no matter how much you tried.

Negan looked at you, and you weren’t sure if he was just going to iron you and then Daryl, or spare you and go for Daryl…but then he smirked, chuckling, and dropped the iron back on the fire…you didn’t dare to have hope, though, not with the look in his eyes.

“I see…you sound, oh so convincing, doll, with you those beautiful ideas…” He chuckled and then grabbed your neck, making you walk around Daryl and in front of him again, while everyone else looked at you in silence.

“On your knees.” Negan instructed and you did as told, dropping onto your knees on the floor. “Open my belt,” Negan smirked when you looked at him at that…so he really was going to take your word. “Open my belt, doll.” He repeated, grinning darkly. “You’re going to blow me here in front of everyone and then I’ll see if I also fuck you here as you so kindly suggested.”

You heard Daryl struggling and then him grunting as he was hit again, but you didn’t look at him, couldn’t, and you kept your eyes on Negan. “And then you’ll spare Daryl?”

“Maybe…” Negan shrugged with that dark smile.

You weren’t sure he would, but it was the only chance you seemed to have, and so you’d do it. You opened Negan’s belt and unzipped his trousers, but he grabbed your wrist before you could go any further, making you stop. He looked at you, smirking, seeming to be considering you, before he tugged at you so you’d get up again.

“So…you’d really do it…” Negan muttered, chuckling, and you nodded. “Hmm…I don’t feel like it, not now, not here, but…later.” He smirked, winking at you, and you stayed silent, even when held your chin and kissed you. “Now, doll…if Daryl misbehaves in any other way, he’s dead, understood?”

You nodded and Negan smirked, letting go of your chin. He approached Daryl and you looked at him warily. Negan held’s Daryl’s face, which was hanging low, making him look at him as he dug his fingers into his cheeks.

“Understood?” Negan said. “If you try anything again, I’ll kill you. But first, I’ll drop Y/N into one of the cells, she’d eat dog food and she’d leave only to work at the fence with the walkers…I don’t want to, it’s not what I’d do with any of my wives at all, and I like her, I like fucking her.” He chuckled. “So don’t make me.”

You forced yourself not to say anything at that, but you couldn’t keep silent when you saw Negan approaching the oven and taking the iron. “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t kill him…probably.” Negan chuckled, and before you knew what was happening, he pressed the iron onto Daryl’s shoulderblade, over his tattoo, making him cry out in pain, and you gasped aloud.

“No!”

“I’m sorry, doll,” Negan said, pulling back the iron, the burning smell almost making you gag. “But I couldn’t let this pass so easily…he’s lucky enough I didn’t kill him…isn’t him?”

Daryl was beyond answering, he seemed unconscious, but Negan was looking at you, and you understood the threat, so you composed yourself. “Yes, Negan,” you said blankly.

“Good…” Negan gave you that dangerous smile of him. “I’ll even let that doctor friend of yours, Siddiq, treat him so it doesn’t infect…so probably he won’t die, yeah?” You didn’t say anything and Negan chuckled before looking at his saviors. “Take Daryl and bring him to the infirmary.” He looked at the other wives then. “I want you all back to the room…and you,” he turned to look at you. “You are coming to my room.”

You nodded, swallowing all the instincts that were telling you to try to kill Negan right there and then. “Yes, Negan.”

*

Negan kept you in his room until the next morning, and you couldn’t pretend to enjoy his attention, not then, but at least you tried not to appear as disgusted, sad, and mad as you felt, not wanting to risk him taking it out on Daryl.

When you went back to the wive’s room the next morning, the other women seemed to be waiting for you, looking sad and worried, and you were grateful, but you didn’t feel like being around people, feeling like you might either snap or start crying and not stop for hours.

They looked at you in silence, but finally, Noemi was the one to speak. “Sweetheart…how are you?”

“I’m okay…” You muttered, shrugging and looking down, and nobody seemed to believe it, but they didn’t press it.

“I know you don’t want to, but we got you some food,” Noemi said, but you shook your head.

“I’m not hungry, I just…I’m going to bed, I’m tired,” you excused yourself, heading to your room without looking at the other women, and you closed the door behind you.

You had just dropped onto the bed when the door opened, and Lila looked inside. You let out a sigh, trying not to snap. “I really want to be alone,” you said, hoping not to sound too harsh.

“I know, but I have to tell you something, it’s about Daryl,” Lila said and your stomach dropped, and you almost felt dizzy as you waited for the worst. “I made Arat check on him and Siddiq.”

“And?”

“He’s in pain and the wound is bad, but Siddiq said he thinks he’ll recover without an infection,” Lila told you with a small smile and you let out a breath as your eyes filled with tears.

“Good…that’s good…thank you, thank you really.” You knew that Lila had put herself at risk asking something from Arat, they could be discovered and Arat might get tired and turn on her.

“It’s nothing…I’m glad I could do something…just…it was an asshole thing to do, not only burn him but burn his tattoo like that.” Lila let out a sigh. “Anyway…I’ll leave you alone.”

Yes…Daryl’s tattoo must be gone, burned, but he was alive even if hurt, and Siddiq thought there would be no infection and he’d recover…that was good…

Then…

You smiled when you heard Daryl hum as he woke up at the feeling of your fingers softly stroking over his bare back, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he snuggled to the pillow. The bed in your cell was small, but neither of you seemed to mind it.

You knew that Daryl had to go out hunting soon, but you both still had a little bit of time just to lie together in the bed, and so you kept stroking his back for a bit, before leaning to press kisses across it, and Daryl let out another sigh, still with his eyes closed and that soft smile. He was just so cute sometimes, you’d have never imagined it if you hadn’t seen it yourself.

You pulled back and caressed the ink of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, those two winged figures that looked like demons. You’d wondered about it sometimes, when you saw it, but had never asked.

“How did you decide to get this tattoo?” You asked, leaning to press a kiss on it, and Daryl just shrugged.

“Dunno.”

“You just went to a tattoo shop and picked it?” You half teased, Daryl had other tattoos, but that was the bigger one, and you’d always wondered if it had any meaning to it.

“Nah, someone drew it for me,” Daryl murmured, eyes still closed, moving his shoulder under your hand so you’d keep caressing it, and you couldn’t help your smile at it…purring kitten Daryl asking for pets. He’d get so offended if you said that aloud.

“Yes?” You asked while you kept running your fingers over his back. “Who?” He’d picked your interest now, and you hoped that he wouldn’t stop talking about it now.

“Girl from my high school,” Daryl muttered, still sounding sleepy.

It was stupid, but you felt a bitter pang of jealousy on your gut. A girl had drawn that for Daryl and he’d gotten it tattooed…what, twenty years ago?  How could you be jealous of such a thing. It was ridiculous…

“High school girlfriend?” You found yourself asking nonetheless. Daryl rolled to lie on his back, looking at you, eyes sleepy but questioning as he arched an eyebrow at you, and you wondered if you had sounded jealous. You hoped not because it was embarrassing.

“No.” Daryl looked half confused, half-amused, and you wonder again if you’re failing at hiding that stupid, silly pang of jealousy.

“So, who was her then, that drew you the tattoo?” You asked, trying to sound like you didn’t care that much. It wasn’t out of jealousy, though, not really, you were really intrigued.

“Girl from my town, same school…We both used to be grounded after class,” Daryl said, and he moved his head to nuzzle your hand as if asking you to keep cuddling him, and you almost snorted at it, but resumed your caresses.

“Aw, little troublemaker Daryl, weren’t you,” You teased, earning a scoff from Daryl, who reached to jab at your ribs as if trying to tickle you, and you squealed and moved away.

“People were assholes, I just fought back.” He shrugged. “But I was the one blamed for shit always…a Dixon and all that.”

You guessed so, and your heart broke for little Daryl. “So that girl, did she start the fights or did she just fight back too?” You asked while you played with Daryl’s hair.

“Neither.” Daryl closed his eyes when he felt your fingers on his hair. “She was grounded all the time ‘cause she didn’t care for the classes or the teachers or nothin’, spent the classes just drawin’, teachers didn’t like it,” Daryl kept explaining. “She was supposed to do like homework when we were grounded or some shit but she didn’t, just kept drawin’ anyway.”

“And so she drew you that tattoo?” You asked.

“Yeah…we were grounded a lot so we ended up hangin’ together sometimes, I didn’t have any friends, but she wasn’t bad to be with. She wanted to drop out of school as soon as she could, like me, but she wanted to be a tattooist…I wanted to be nothing.” Daryl shrugged.

You always hated it when he said stuff like that about himself, but you didn’t say anything, letting him speak, it wasn’t usual that he talked about himself and his past, and you always cherished it when he did it.

“So…you were friends with that girl,” you said, trying to encourage him to keep talking. Daryl hummed a yes, closing his eyes again and tugging at you, and so you lied down, snuggling to his chest when Daryl wrapped his arm around you.

“We hang after school…Merle wasn’t around, but he eventually came back, and when he did…well, she and him…let’s say they didn’t get along much…” You felt the rumble of Daryl’s chest as he let out a chuckle, and you snorted. You could imagine, you had suffered Merle yourself.

“So…uh… we kept hangin’ but she’d talk shit about Merle…sayin’ that he’d always get me doin’ whatever he wanted, draggin’ me everywhere…so…yeah I didn’t take it well...we fought…Merle’d talk shit about her too, they really didn’t like each other…” Daryl let out a sigh.

“So, uh…I stopped hangin’ with her… But then one day when we were grounded, she passed me this tattoo drawing she’d made. It was like a demon thing and an angel, she said those were the Dixon’s, my brother’d be draggin’ me to hell and anywhere he wanted and I’d just gladly take his hand or some shit.” Daryl shrugged, seeming shy and defensive. “I just got more pissed…yelled at her so much that I got grounded for another hour.” He snorted bitterly.

“I just ignored her since then even when she tried talkin’ to me, I think she was tryin’ for us to be friends again but I’d just yell at her to leave me alone…then one day Merle left, as always. Left me without a word and with a damn mess of his  to deal with, people he owed money to, drug money.” Daryl let out a sigh and you felt sad that teen Daryl had to deal with that bullshit…you decided to not voice your opinion on Merle, though, it wasn’t like Daryl didn’t know it enough already.

“Then I realized that the only friend I had was that girl…but I’d been a dick to her, I knew she wouldn’t want to see me anymore. I hadn’t seen her in a few days, I guessed she’d tried not to get grounded so she wouldn’t have to see me, ‘cause I was a prick to her…” Daryl sounded remorseful and you knew he was. “Turned out she’d just moved to the city with their parents, they got better jobs there and she could study art…so, yeah…she didn’t tell me and never saw her again…”

“I’m sorry.” You moved up from Daryl’s chest so you could look at him, caressing his cheek, but he didn’t look at you, seeming shy. You knew it was hard for him to talk about himself and his past, and you appreciated it.

“So…uh…I still had the tattoo drawin’ she made, one day I was wasted and I went to a guy who sometimes hung with Merle and tattoed him stuff to tattoo it for me,” Daryl explained. “But uh…I ain’t no angel…just a prick like my brother…so I made them both demons…”

“Daryl…” You let out a sigh, shifting over his chest so you could look down at him and stroke his cheek. “You’re not like Merle…” You weren’t sure if you weren’t risking to upset or anger Daryl saying that, his brother was important to him. “You’re much more than you think you are.” Daryl just scoffed at that without looking at you, and you cupped his face, searching for his eyes. “You’re an amazing person, Daryl, loyal and selfless, and I’m lucky to have you, I couldn’t have anyone better than you.”

“Stop it,” Daryl grumbled, you knew that your words made him shy, but you would tell him stuff like that until he believed it. He tugged at you until you were lying over his chest again, hugging you to him, and you smiled when he kissed the top of your head.

You weren’t going to say anything else, not wanting to make him shyer, but you thought on something and couldn’t help but tease him a bit again. “Also…you should have kept the angel. You are an angel, darling, you got the wings and all, on that vest that I love.”

You heard Daryl half scoffing, half snorting at it. “Stop it…” He murmured again, nuzzling your hair in that way he did when he was shy and trying to hide.

You smiled at it, closing your eyes and snuggling to him with a content sigh…

Now…

You were lying on the bed, hugging Daryl’s shirt to you, barely any of his scent left, your face buried in it as you cried. You looked up when you heard the door opening and saw Abby walking inside. She didn’t say anything, just walked to lie next to you on the bed.

“I have to get Daryl out of here…” You whispered, sniffing.

“You know you can’t…” Abbi told you softly.

“No, I only don’t know how to do it,” you retorted. “But I will. I will get him out of here, I’ll free him and the others…and I’ll kill Negan,” you half whimpered half hissed. “Kill his saviors, and then…then we all burn this place down…”

*

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[hansensgirl]

salvatore | v.

series summary. — Bucky Barnes doesn’t believe in love anymore. Especially after the tragic, unknown death of his wife, Natasha. He thinks it’s stupid and a waste of time and- oh my. Hello there, you. There you were, with your notebooks and your novels, writing your heart away. He’s hellbent on saving you from this nasty world, his elusive neighbor that has him under the stupid spell of love. You soon find yourself trapped in a tragic love story with Bluebeard, not Prince Charming.

warnings. — NONCON/DUBCON, dark themes, stalking, obsessive behaviours, anxiety, broken glass, a panic attack, talk of bucky’s past and his mental health, angst, fluff, kissing, dark!Bucky Barnes, voyeurism, cameras, mentions of cheating, violence, perving, manipulation, feelings, 18+!!!

pairings. — Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader.

authors note. — finally another chapter! this one is kinda sad but the next chapter will be fluffier heh. i changed my mind and i will not be doing a sequel after i finish this series, i’m so sorry! please reblog, leave some feedback and enjoy yourself!

Bucky couldn’t believe his cerulean eyes. Tears filled them and one ran down his cheek, soaking into his beard that he just trimmed that morning. He so desperately wanted to return to your home and beg you, ask you, plead to you, why? He made sure the polaroid didn’t have even the slightest crease to it, and not even a speck of dust either. The room started to spin, and his chest began to tighten. Each breath he took in didn’t seem to be enough for him.

The polaroid slipped out of his hands and his grip on reality went with it as well. Bucky doubled over, his mouth falling open as he began to dry heave. The tears didn’t relent either. His head spun, vision blurry with crystal tears that fell easily. “Ekkk...” He choked out, the urge to throw up washing over him. He stumbled across the kitchen and reached the other side, a dull sunshine making its way into his home.

Leaning over the granite countertop, he peered out the window for intrusive passersby. Oh how he wished to see you on the other side of the bulletproof glass. His fumbling fingers found the handle of the drawer, sweat covering it slickly. As he yanked it open, his bionic, vibranium hand formed a tight fist and collided itself to the window. He pulled his arm back and continued to do so, punching and hitting at the glass that held the world back from him.

Under his breath, he cursed himself for getting strong windows that didn’t have any mechanisms to open it with. But Bucky had his reasons that nobody knew about. The glass soon began to crack beneath his sheer force, distorting his beautiful view of the outdoors. The window broke completely with a loud crash and fresh, cool air filled his nostrils.

He felt the tightness in his chest slowly beginning to go away, but he was still erratic. Reaching into the drawer that was for emergency purposes only, he pulled out a thick photo album. He flipped it open and smiled when he saw the photos of you, happy and relaxed. The sight of you at his hands calmed him down. He flipped through the pages and sighed at each photo, ones that he took of you himself.

Pictures of you sleeping, of you going to buy groceries, of you showering and of you at your most vulnerable moments. In his eyes, the pictures were a form of art — derived from his love and devotion for you. Clumsily, he pulled his favorite picture out from the flimsy plastic sleeve. Freshly printed, edges sharp and almost untouched — pristine and rare.

A candid of you smiling gently, reading the book he gave you as you listened to some forties songs that he had posted on his Instagram about. You clutched the book softly and hugged a teddy bear that was from your childhood. Oh how he would kill to be wrapped in your arms, to have you bring him back from the war his mind constantly went through, to whisper sweet nothings in his ears. Bucky soon regained his grasp on reality and he looked back at the polaroid that laid on the ground.

His jaw clenched with anger and a certain emptiness filled his eyes… Almost as if the Soldat had made a reappearance in him. Raged coursed through his veins and he growled like an animal. Slipping the photo back into the album, he strided to where the polaroid laid and picked it up. He glared at it for the last time and then crumpled it in his hand, the sound of it being destroyed was like music to his ear.

He squeezes, and squeezes, and squeezes until he can’t, until the rage inside him subsides. He loosened his grip and stared at the now destroyed photo. His faint reflection stared back at him and he couldn’t bring himself to feel a bit of remorse.

You’re his, and he’s yours. He’s your saviour, your salvatore.

Your sundress still hugged your body even though dusk had settled in the sky. It had ridden up to your thighs as you laid back on the couch. The fountain pen your ex-boyfriend had gifted you twiddled between your fingers. The poor posh cap of the pen fell in between one of the cushions, lost in a cluster of dust bunnies and one dollar bills.

You stared at the blank page of the overly exorbitant Ciak Notebook your fellow classmates and colleagues would rave on and on about. You sighed before finally writing a word. Curvy, looped letters flowed as smooth as water and you felt your jittering nerves slowly calming down. Sighing, you stared at the three letters as they stared back at you, almost taunting you that it wasn’t enough. Gnawing at your dry lips, you slowly began to feel proud of yourself.

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It wasn’t much, but it was something. The guilt of not knowing what to write next ate at you. Would you have to throw the page away if your mind chose to restart? Or would you have to force yourself to continue the sentence? You looked away as you thought about what to do, laying your eyes on a nasty print. Dirt formed in the shape of a footstep tainted the floors of the kitchen and you sighed, realizing it was from Bucky. Oh, James…

The thought of him licked at your mind, like a searing flame of temptation. You reminisced about him, and those piercing eyes, as well as his captivating chuckle and elusive aura. Your heart hurted as you thought about how his eyes held a certain sadness to them. You saw the broken soldier beneath his veneers and he was tired, tired of a certain longing that never seemed to go away. You chuckled, shaking your head as you called yourself crazy for thinking about his eyes. Oh… maybe, maybe that's it!

The strange man’s sapphire eyes are piercing. The gaze they come with almost hurts, and she’s the first thing he lays his eyes on. Soft cheery ones that are the brightest things in the world are met with sad, worn down ones. He’s longing for something new, something that would finally fill the empty void that many people eroded away at, the hole in his heart growing deeper and deeper.

You smiled to yourself as soon as you added the period, finishing the last sentence. You wondered whether or not you should continue or stop right where you had left off. You just couldn’t let that sudden, amazing burst of muse and inspiration go, right? You grabbed your glass of white wine and downed it like a single mom after a long day of worries, ready to write your little heart away.

The pen glided across numerous pages, not daring to stop at all. Your eyebrows were furrowed with concentration, the only sounds that you could hear was people talking outside and your breathing. The shrill of your obnoxious doorbell pierced through the calmness that you revelled in for the past thirty minutes. You ignored it, picking up from where you had left off but the rapid knocking on your door made you bite your tongue with shame.

Hurryingly, you rushed to the door and swung it open, looking down to see one of Mrs. Carter’s grandchildren. You couldn’t recall her name, but she was adorable. “The man w- with the long hair, he broke his window!” She exclaimed, before running off to play with her equally small friends. You furrowed your eyebrows at the absurdity, but then what she said had finally dawned on you. You never ran faster in your life, not even in your physical education classes in high school that you envied with every fiber in your body.

Thick, jagged shards of glass littered the concrete, and you were careful to avoid them. “Bucky?” You called out, peering through the window that he had destroyed. Nowhere to be found. You moved to his door and rang the doorbell more time than you could count on your fingers. A certain dread settled in the pit of your stomach, and you thought about the worst. You spun around as you tried to find some place that he would keep a spare key.

Your best bet? Underneath the ‘welcome’ rug that you stood on.

You pulled a rusted key out from under it and you unlocked the door with no hassle. “Doll?” Bucky called out, voice weak and quiet. He was hunched over, tears streaking down his face as he struggled to come down from his severe panic attacks. One came after the other, insecurities and memories tumbling down onto him and he was trapped in a ruthless circle of repetition.

You grabbed his flesh hand, wincing at how it was slightly damn from his tear. Gently, you placed his hand on his heart and soothingly reached up to caress his cheek. “Buck, you gotta breathe with me, okay? Do the same as me.” You instructed, his eyes flashing to you as you knelt down on the floor with him. You slowled your breathing down for him to match, and he followed eventually.

“That’s it… There you go…” You praised, moving your hand from his face to his soft hair, threading your fingers through his locks gently. You reached up and lightly kissed his sheen-covered forehead, soft lips almost smoothing out his splintered edges. You didn’t pull away, keeping Bucky in your arms like he was going to be stolen away from you. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, swallowing your smaller frame into his.

His tears relented but his sobs stayed, deciding that maybe they were going to spend a night or two. You refused to shush him, knowing that letting him cry everything out could make it better. His tears soaked into your skin, leaving it damp. Your eyes scanned the house, a gasp falling from your lips as you looked at the aftermath of a storm.

The walls were dented in and scratched up — the once pristine paint was ruined completely. A few photo frames were broken and a poor vase was shattered into pieces that could easily pierce through anyone’s skin; even a super soldier’s. You just knew another war had taken place in his home — one between him and his emotions. You threaded your fingers through his hair, occasionally stopping to gently untangle some slightly stubborn knots.

He sighed under your touch and smiled as his breathing returned to normal. His heart still beat harshly but it wasn’t as bad as before. You took notice too, realizing that you didn’t feel his heart beating against your chest. You were proud of him, proud that he managed to fight the demons that probably had visited him before.

You guided him to his couch that was covered in pillow fluff and some shards of glass. You tried to find him a cleared out spot to sit on but you failed. You frowned and Bucky had to resist himself from the greatest temptation of kissing you. “Shit.” You cursed, gnawing on your bottom lip. Bucky was practically vibrating as he fought for self control, and he didn’t know whether to thank the Gods or not when you stopped.

You laced your fingers with his and you smiled at the size difference. “Oh! Your bed!” You exclaimed adorably before spotting his stairs. You darted up them and hauled Bucky behind — even though he’s 260 lbs and a hundred times stronger than you. You tried to recall where his room was, but the hazy memories from that night just weren’t helping you out.

Your hand slipped from his but you hung onto his pinky finger. You gnawed at your bottom lip and tried to recall whether it was the room on your left or your right. “Left, doll.” He husked quietly, his voice no more than a whisper. It was still hoarse from the crying, but it was nothing less. “Do you often have these…?” You asked him, struggling to find the word.

“Panic attacks? Sometimes, but they’re slowly getting better.” He spoke, sitting on the bed. Unlike any normal human, he wasn’t tired from his panic attack. No amount of exhaustion hauled over him. “You’re not tired?” You asked in curiosity, taking in how messy his room was. You couldn’t blame him, though. It wasn’t like your room was any better.

“No… Serum, makes everything, y’know…” He explained, struggling with his words. “Oh, right.” You smiled at him, noticing a few small cuts on his flesh hand. “You’re hurt!” You exclaimed, a gasp leaving your mouth. Bucky didn’t even notice his injuries until you pointed them out. Why would he when you’re right in front of him? “Oh… It’s nothing, doll, don’t worry.” He reassured, before ignoring the injuries.

“I don’t think so…” You countered, wanting to help him so badly. “Uh, if you want, you can help dress them for me? Only if you want to, of course! Not going to force you or anything…” He rambled, cursing himself for sounding like a complete nerve-wrecked buffoon. “Yes please, I hate seeing you — or anyone, for a matter of fact — hurt.” You smiled at him before spinning in a circle, trying to find a first aid kit.

“You see that door there? It’s in there, bottom cabinet.” He explained again, and you let out an “oh.” You walked into the bathroom and Bucky let out an exhale of air that he didn’t even know he was holding. “Found it!” You cheered. But then you grimaced. Dried blood and dirt was smeared across the white plastic of the first aid box. “Uh, that’s from past missions, before I retired.” He clarified quickly. “Oh you retired?” You asked in shock, walking back to him.

“Yeah… It’s for the best anyways.” He sheepishly replied. “May I ask why?” You questioned, popping open the box. Bucky nodded and pointed at the bandages and wipes. You picked them up and he cleared his throat. “Well, I think it’s best for everyone. Sam… I love him, but I don’t want him to be burdened by my, you know…” He clicked his tongue and pointed at his head.

“And plus, he’s Captain America, he’s capable of doing everything on his own. As for the other Avengers? Well, they’re far stronger than me, so I think they’re fine. I still keep in touch with them, but I’m not close to them.” He sighed deeply. You didn’t even start cleaning his wounds because you were too caught up in listening to Bucky speak. Your features softened at his sad tone and words.

Sympathy took over you and you hated how that was what Bucky thought of himself. “Even though Shuri took out all the stuff, I’m still not ready to go back into daily wars. I also think I deserve a break, ‘m tired of all that violence.” He sighed deeply, before grabbing the pack of wipes that you struggled to open. “But if they ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.” He added quickly, making you give him a sad smile. He tore the aluminum open for you and you thanked him.

“Before you ask, yes, I’ve tried therapy. Sam referenced me, but it just didn’t work. I guess… I guess I’m just rotten work…” He mumbled at the end, even though you heard him loud and clear. “What!? No! You, Sir, are the farthest thing from rotten work. You- you’re a survivor! You’re strong, you’re a sweetheart, you fight for this world and you deserve nothing less than happiness and everything good in the world!” You exclaimed, taking both yourself and Bucky by surprise.

“Why do you tell yourself these things, Mr. Barnes?” You asked him, cleaning up his cuts. He didn’t wince at all, but you pay no mind to that. “I… Ever since I was captured by HYDRA, that’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve thought of myself as a monster, a vile human being, a machine, the list goes on and on.” He admitted and your heart broke even more.

“They used to refer to me as ‘it,’ not a human, not a victim, not even by ‘Soldat’ and that just stuck with me.” He gulped through tears and you knew it was a sensitive subject. “Maybe you could try therapy once you’re ready? I know it may seem scary facing everything, but it’ll be worth it. You can take my advice with a grain of salt or not, but you need to know that you’re the complete opposite of any negative thing your mind comes up with. Also, fuck HYDRA.” You said with a smile on your face.

Bucky chuckled and then handed you the roll of gauze that was in his hand. “Thank you.” You whispered under your breath, before scrunching your face up in concentration. Even though you had no damn idea as to what you were doing, you were determined to bandage his wounds. Bucky’s eyes raked up and down your face and he didn’t even care if you were wrapping his wounds incorrectly.

“Uh… I know this may sound forward- but do you want to go on a second date?” Bucky asked after a few beats of silence. You choked on your spit and cursed under your breath. After a few moments, you finally calmed down. “D- date?” You questioned incredulously. “I believe that’s what I said, doll.” Bucky chuckled lightheartedly. A little “oh,” escaped your lips and you began to gnaw on your lip. Yes… yes you do have feelings for Bucky — but this is so wrong. You only left he-who-shall-not-be-named a few months ago…

But isn’t it good that you’re moving on? Your inner monologue conflicted with your entire being and Bucky can’t help but to be concerned. “Everything okay?” He asked, playing with the loose ends of the gauze. “I… Can I be honest with you, Mr. Barnes?” You asked him, wringing your hands together nervously. “Of course, doll, and it’s Bucky.” He smiled.

“Well… A few months ago I got out of a toxic relationship, and I’m still healing from it. He really destroyed me, and so did the break up. I’m ready, but I’m also not ready, if that makes sense. Uhm… Is it fine if we just take it slow? Or if you can give me some time?” You shyly toks. Bucky’s heart clenched and he slowly began to nod his head. “Of course, doll. Whatever you need you can ask me.” He reassured you, feeling the urge to caress your face.

“Thank you so much, Bucky!” You gleamed delightfully. Bucky looked at you as though you hung the stars. “No need to thank me, doll. I’m just gonna be there for you every step of the way.” He shook his head in a sort of reassuring manner. Your eyes fell to your hands and Bucky worked on fixing your bandages.

“Do… Do you think we’re moving too fast?” You asked him after a few silent pauses. “I’m not sure… I think we’re moving at the right pace.” He affirmed, flopping back into his bed. You stood up and towered over him for the first and only time ever. “I mean- I barely even know anything about you! Aside from the stuff we learned in history class and any information about you before 2016 — please don’t ask. I literally kissed you, and we only met a few days before I think? I’ve only ever been in one actually serious relationship so I wouldn’t know but-” You rambled like a mad man before Bucky cut you off by grabbing onto your hand.

“Doll, you’re rambling.” He bluntly told you. “Sorry… It’s just a habit of mine.” You apologized sheepishly, growing shy and embarrassed under his almost painful stare. “I guess you may think you’re moving fast because of your last relationship. Didn’t you take it slow, doll?” He asked you, making you purse your lips. “Yes…” You answered after some momentary hesitation. “And didn’t you say it was toxic?” He questioned you, making you slowly nod your head.

“Did you want to move slowly?” He inquired after giving you a sad smile. “Well, not really. I mean- we dated for around four years and every time I’d try to move forward in the relationship he’d always tell me that we have all the time in the world.” You explained, skipping over some details because you were sure that Bucky didn’t need to know about how your boyfriend was in his best friend’s guts.

“Do you want to move at a decent pace at least?” He asked you, and suddenly you let out a hearty sigh. “I do, I really do, Bucky. But I just don’t know what a ‘decent pace’ is! Or- or how to even be in an actually decent relationship!” You cried out in hysterics. “That’s okay! I’ll teach you, don’t worry.” He reassured you, and then you realized how worked up you were.

“Really?” You asked in shock, dealing as though you were in some sort of cheesy romcom. “Mhm! Trust me, I’ve been alive for a while, so I know quite a lot.” He said with a smile. Your face mirrored his and you felt relaxed in the presence of Bucky. For now. “Uh- Thank you so much, Bucky! You’re the best-” You thanked him cheerfully, before cutting yourself off as you noticed the time.

Bucky frowned when you let out a disappointing sigh. “Is everything okay? ‘Cause I was really enjoying all that praise.” He joked around, making you giggle. “Uh yeah- I just realized that I have a job interview in an hour and should probably go get ready.” You groaned loudly, earning a snort from Bucky. “Talk to you soon?” You asked him. “Of course, doll.” He nodded his head in a sort of Jay Gatsby way and you felt tingles across your spine.

“Bye!” You said as you pressed a chaste kiss on Bucky’s cheek. You turned and left his room, leaving Bucky a blushing fool. His hand came up to touch where you kissed him and he sighed sweetly. Bucky kept his hand there and flopped back onto his bed like a teenage girl who held a five second conversation with her crush. “Oh, doll.”

You bit your lip to hold in a childish squeal. You wanted to kiss Bucky’s cheek ever since you met him, and you finally did. But unfortunately, through the euphoric feeling that was running through your body you still felt bad. There was no job application — god, you couldn’t even find it in you to print a new resumé. You lied to James Buchanan Barnes and got away with it like you were some sort of spy. But you couldn’t just tell him what you were going to do.

No way. You skipped all the ten steps to your home and couldn’t stop smiling. Is this what it’s like to be in a romcom? If it was, then you were ready to be in one for the rest of your life. You shut the door behind you and made your way up to your bedroom. Your steps echoed behind you and you bit your lip to control your smile.

You unlocked the door to your room and sat at your dresser with a sort of heaviness weighing you down. You had procrastinated it for so long, but it was time. You opened up the bottom drawer and took out the old cigar box Steve had given you to store your stories in. Your smile faltered at the memory that used to bring you so much joy. You unlatched the box and sighed deeply at the sight of Steve’s belongings.

A few polaroids of the two of you, a watch of his, a compass with your picture, a locket with his grin plastered on it, a promise ring- so many memories. Finally, it was time to let go of him. But were you ready? Were you really ready to say goodbye to the man that taught you about love? How does one say goodbye to a man like Steve Rogers? But he told you, there’s no saying goodbye to him.

Not yet, at least.

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I'm curious, what are your thoughts on Canon Harry, Hermione, and Ron?

Given my absolute trashing everyone else and sparse comments on Harry, you can probably guess.

I honestly don’t even know where to start with this.

I guess we’ll start with Harry.

Harry Potter

First, sorry guys, Harry is painfully stupid. It’s not that he doesn’t try hard academically, that he’s not book smart, or that he’s just acting his own age, he is honestly, truly, painfully dumb and is consistently an idiot throughout the entire series.

Let’s take third year as a random example. Harry’s informed there’s a mass murdering Death Eater on the loose that has the country in such a panic that they send dementors to Hogwarts, he is told directly that this guy has motive to come directly after him, he even notices that he’s kept a close eye on that summer in Diagon Alley.

Harry decides that his life is a bottomless pit of despair if he can’t go to Hogsmeade every month with everyone else. Not even if he doesn’t get the candy, Hermione and Ron bring him that afterwards, but not going at all brings him misery. And I get it, it sucks to be stuck in the castle when all your friends get to go on a field trip. BUT HARRY, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHY EVERYONE’S MAKING YOU STAY IN THE CASTLE?! Harry’s response is he isn’t afraid of death because... he isn’t afraid of death. Really, it’s not so much that he’s that brave but more that he hasn’t thought this one through. 

Harry finally gets to sneak out to Hogsmeade and is thrilled and it takes Hermione pointing out that Sirius Black may very well know these other entrances (which he does) for Harry to even realize this is a possibility (even though Harry didn’t make the map). His response to Hermione is surprised Pikachu face for two seconds then, “No, there’s no way, Sirius Black could never figure out something as cool as this.” Then, when Harry’s finally caught, it takes both Snape and Lupin calling him a dick who dishonors his parent’s sacrifice and entire nation trying to keep him safe, for Harry to realize that maybe sneaking into Hogsmeade was a pretty shitty thing to do. 

We also have the whole firebolt incident in which Harry’s sent a very suspicious package that could very well kill him with no return address. Harry gets unbelievably pissed that Hermione narks on him, even though he does eventually get the broom back. How dare Hermione get in the way of his quidditch!

This is just one book, mind you, we could go through all seven and find equally mind bogglingly dumb moments. Harry’s just not a bright guy (he also is very academically lazy, but that’s not the same thing.)

Otherwise, Harry doesn’t just have a little anger issue, he has a serious problem and I’m convinced he’s a psychopath. 

Whoa, you say, hold on! Where does that come from?

Well, not so much the earlier books. While Harry is a dick (and yes, guys, he is) he doesn’t show really worrying tendencies. The worst he gets up to is icing out Hermione when she becomes inconvenient (see Firebolt fiasco), treating Neville like trash (Harry bails on Neville to sneak out to Hogsmeade), and just being generally self-centered. 

I’m talking about the Order of the Phoenix onward. First we have HARRY’S RAGING CAPS-LOCKS FOR AN ENTIRE NOVEL. Granted, he’s an angry dude in a stressful situation, but that was... a lot. But it’s really Half-Blood Prince were I start grimacing.

We have his reaction to Ginny. It never really seems like Harry ever likes Ginny, it’s more that he has this green rage monster in his chest that wants to possess her. It is the weirdest thing I’ve ever read in my life. Or, well, one of them. So that’s... a thing. 

Then we have the whole Draco thing. Harry becomes obsessed with Draco Malfoy, more so than usual. And yes, Draco was up to no good, and sure we can tilt our heads and say it’s pretext for Draco/Harry. Except guys, Harry’s scary about it. Take out the appeal of the slash for two seconds, Harry stalking Draco is that problematic thing that if Draco were a woman we’d be saying “ABORT ABORT ABORT”. It of course, culminates in the bathroom incident. Now, you say, Harry didn’t know what that spell would do. Well, he knew it was for enemies and even afterwards, though he panics and feels bad, what he really seems to be bad about is the potential consequences to himself not the action. he focuses more on the fact that the beloved Halfblood Prince was Snape than he does the fact that he nearly murdered Malfoy. If I’m remembering correctly, Harry in fact makes out with Ginny not long after, got to set that chest monster loose, y’all. 

Then in book seven Harry starts using the unforgivables with absolutely no regret. Torture for you, Bellatrix, I am edgy now. It’s very clear that Harry only cares superficially about morality. He generally follows the rules and various ideals because he likes the idea of being noble and virtuous, he isn’t actually a virtuous guy at all. 

I’m not even sure he really understands friendship. Harry’s friends are people who are great and all except when they become inconvenient, then he can treat them like the trash they are until they come back around (if ever). 

He’s kind of a monster actually. 

He’s also the poster child of why Voldemort may have a teensy-tiny point that the statute of secrecy as it stands around muggle children is not sustainable. Really doesn’t look good for the cause when the most famous child in the wizarding world is raised by extremely abusive muggles and grows up extremely maladjusted because of it. 

Hermione Granger

Now, I give Harry a lot of flak for his treatment of Hermione, but Hermione’s not a barrel of roses either. She may be friends with a pair of assholes who don’t really like her all that much, but she kind of dug her own grave.

First, Hermione has a bit of a superiority complex, even when she’s completely friendless. She absolutely looks down on girls like Pavarti and Lavender and part of the reason they hate her so much is because of that. That’s part of Hermione’s issue, she’s too good for everyone, and so she eventually becomes friends with famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley who barely tolerate her because she was too good to be friends with, say, Neville.

Hermione never realizes this.

She also deeply enjoys, I believe, being the smartest person in the room and much smarter than her friends. Granted, this is what she defines herself as, and it means she’s needed by everyone around her for this reason, but she still does like it just a little too much.

And oh my god is she horrifyingly righteous.

This we see in what happens to Marietta, Umbridge, as well as her own parents. She permanently disfigures a girl for snitching them out to Umbridge, never telling anyone this was the consequence, and is smug when we see what happens to her because “snitches get stitches”. It’s pretty heavily implied by canon that Umbridge was raped by centaurs (first they’re centaurs, that’s what centaurs do, second we next see Umbridge in the hospital wing looking catatonic and the gang laughs and makes horsey noises). Yes, Umbridge is a vile evil woman, but that Hermione’s so proud of her vengeance is.... concerning.

Finally, her parents. Hermione, without asking her parents’ consent, wipes their memories and rewrites their entire lives. Congratulations Hermione, even more than Harry you are the poster child for Voldemort’s cause of “what goes wrong when muggles raise a magical child”. Hermione essentially kills her parents, treating them like no more than dolls, and the most she’s upset about is what it did to her. To Hermione, her parents aren’t people, not really.

People in general aren’t people, or at least, Hermione is more than willing to go to drastic lengths if she feels she has been slighted or betrayed. Never get on Hermione Granger’s bad side.

Ron Weasley

Shockingly, I’m not really a “Ron the Death Eater” kind of person. Ron clearly has an inferiority complex, he sees being friends with Harry as a way to make him special from his brothers, he’s overly ambitious and easily jealous, he’s academically lazy, kind of an ass, and he has many flaws as a person.

That said, he’s not the same level of scary asshole as Hermione and Harry. Ron doesn’t cut up Draco Malfoy in a bathroom or even disfigure the guy. He’s just your more or less normal dude who doesn’t realize he’s friends with lunatics. 

TL;DR Harry and Hermione are assholes. Ron’s kind of an asshole too but shockingly less so than the other two.