#anti-Thor/flower

[aflawedfashion]

Probably an unpopular opinion but I really strongly dislike Thor/Flower because I love Flower and I feel like the show is wasting her potential by making conforming to a traditional monogamous heterosexual relationship her primary form of character development

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Wish list for CBS ghosts season 4

Make Patience a recurring antagonist for at least 2-3 episodes before that story gets resolved and she gets regulated to a background character.

Patience character to be 50% good religious farm girl, 50% crazy witch. She also needs to have a wicked(ly cool) ghost power

More of Isaac loving dinosaurs

More solo development for Isaac

More of Isaac and Hetty's awesome friendship

No Nigel for a while. I do not like him. He did a lot of things in his and Isaac's relationship that are textbook abusive partner behavior.

I think it is about time for Jay's restaurant to start up, and I would like that to actually become pretty successful/profitable. Mostly because I would like Sam and Jay to have a bit more disposable income to do things around the manor, and I know the B&B is unlikely to become super busy next season (unless the show is ending , which I really do not want).

The difference in treatment between the above ground ghosts and basement ghosts to be addressed. I know after season 3 that they aren't going to move them all up stairs. But it would be nice if Sam and Jay could like furbish the basement , and then more Basement ghosts than just Nancy got invited to come upstairs for games or discussion.

Just to be clear I still want Nancy to keep making her frequent visits up stairs and hang out with the man 8. I just also would not mind seeing Stuart or another nameless basement ghost standing or walking by in the background on the occasion.

Explore Pete's power more. He does not need to hop on a plane and go across the country or anything, but let him keep going out into town and having adventures. Also let him keep going on dates with other random ghosts outside of the house.

I know that Pete&Alberta will probably happen at some point in season 4. The thing is though while that ship was cute in season 1, the way the ship was handled in season 2 soured it like milk to me. Both characters need a lot of development, and separate explorations of what they want out of a relationship, before I can ship them again.

H-Money is still a couple I kinda like. I do not expect them to get back together in season 4 (Please not another season that is fully devoted to coupling up all the character), but I would like them to start scheming together again. Let them figure out how to interact together as friends, and build a stronger foundation to eventually, in season 5 maybe, try again.

I have heard people suggest that Pete's power could maybe be extend to getting the other ghosts through the barrier if they are like holding onto Pete's hand. I want this. Now I know Sass will want to visit a Pizza Hut, and Issac a dinosaur museum, but I would say the most important thing to do with that would be to take Thor and Flower over to the Farnsby manor to visit Bjorn and his girlfriend Judy. It would also be cool if there was a lesbian ghost living there they could set up Nancy with. Since Nisaac is on a "respite" and queer representation (preferably healthy queer representation) is important.

Everyone remember in season 2 when we learned about Flower's super protective, formally MIA, army vet brother : Rob. You remember how the show's staff said they would love to have Rob come to the B&B for a visit, and were already considering actors who could play him? I want this episode. Also if you cannot directly tell Rob his sister is a ghost on the property, then can Trevor or Alberta use their powers to help Flower send a message to Rob. To say that she still loves him. I cannot deal that both siblings spent like 50 years thinking the other hated them when neither did. It is to sad.

It would be cool if we could also have Ira visit once too. I know Flower did not love him like she did Michael or does Thor, but he was still someone who was a big part of her life for a while, and knowing her cannonly had a large impact on his. Maybe we find that while he has done charities in her memory, trauma over watching her be killed by a bear has also lead him to sponsor bear hunts or poaching. Flower is horrified. Then Sam and Jay have to spend his visit looking for a way to convince him that is not what Flower would have wanted.

Four standard episodes for each season are a Halloween episode, an episode where Bela visits, one where Stephanie wakes up, and one where Crash appears and is slightly relevant. I have no idea what to do for an episode with Crash, but for the others

-Ghost animals on Halloween

-Home theater night for ghosts and guests on the night Stephanie wakes up, complete with all the drama of set up and shenanigans that going to the movies encores.

- Bela is broken up with Eric, she does not even like him. This time her and Jay's parents come with her for the visit. Bela wants all the latest gossip surrounding the ghosts, but they have to tip toe around the parents. Jay's dad does not fully support the B&B even without the knowledge that it is haunted, and Sam does not want to give her mother in law another reason to suspect that she might be crazy.

Owning back to the "Can Pete take the other ghosts off the property" theory, can Thomas Woodstone be a ghost who died visiting a neighbors property. We have no reason to see Elias again since he has decided to stay put in Hell. But Thomas reappearing could be interesting for both Hetty and Alberta. If he does show up though I want the twist to be that he is actually severally cognitively impaired (think Lenny from oMaM)... I mean the man was from an inbred family, played with lead based toys as a baby, had a cocaine addict mom, and a father who was a lot of things. He could not have been all there. Also address more on if Earl ever actually cared for any of the people he was two timing (again development that needs to happen to make Alberta want to go from dating an Earl to a Pete).

A Sasappis based episode that is not his death story. I feel like he needs at least one more episode exploring what his life alive was like, to be appropriately gutted when we learn about his secret death.

Actually maybe we can hold off on Sass's death and Hetty's ghost power until season 5. let's keep the element of mystery in the show for a little longer.

[missielynne]

Unpopular opinion here, but I disagree with the anti-Jay sentiment I've seen from fans after this first (and, imo, witty and warm and compelling and just generally awesome!) episode! Maybe I'm just a Jay stan but, honestly, I think throughout the series he's handled the ghost situation better than about 99% percent of people in his particular position ever could. And it's not like he wanted to set the owl free so he could party or something (Isaac was FAR more deserving of scorn in this episode than Jay!) This was another instance of Sam wanting to placate the ghosts costing Sam and Jay a ton of money they don't even really have. I applaud Sam's compassion here, but I really don't blame Jay for wanting to free the owl who wasn't really Flower in all likelihood lol and truly is better off free in any case rather than being all "yeah, sure, let's lose a gazillion more dollars while we all feed into Thor's grief-induced delusion for the next however many weeks or months." I'm coming across as less sympathetic for Thor and the others than I actually felt, but I'm just saying that I do understand where Jay was coming from, and his overall track record has shown him to be an amazingly patient good sport re the ghosts overall!

Oh I totally agree with you! I was on Jay's side all the way on that and I was so proud of him for pointing out the cost of the owl being there. And it's not like Jay doesn't like the ghosts or care about them. He does and we KNOW this (which is why, like you say, he handles it a lot better than most people.) Sam can sometimes be a little too accomodating which is why I'm glad Jay is there to bring her back into *their* reality when need be and help her find ways to help both them AND the ghosts in situations like the one with Flower.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 1

"Oh come on, you can't sit around and mope for ever." Says Ragnar firmly. "The bitch does not deserve a second thought." Brida crosses her arms under her breasts and looks down on you without a shred of pity. "It is not about her..." You mumble. You can't hate Aethelflaed. Not even for stealing your man.

You sort of had seen it coming already. You knew Aldhelm was smitten with her all along. You were just a stand-in. The moment Erik was no longer in the picture, Aldhelm moved in for the kill. And of course you were left broken hearted. Because despite it all, Aldhelm had been a good boyfriend. He was good to you and now he is good to Aethelflaed. You can't even fault her for giving him the chance.

"Come out with us." Ragnar says gently. "I'll be no fun." You protest feebly. "Nonsense." Brida replies sarcastically.

Three hours later, you find yourself at the local pub, sitting at the bar, chatting to Leofric, the bartender. Anxiety had you showing up way too early. You haven't agreed to meet Ragnar, Bride and their group in another half hour. Leofric is kind and gives you a fresh mnt tea on the house and ypu talk to him about little nothings.

Ragnar and Brida show up 45 minutes later. There is a whole group of other men and one woman with them. She is holding hands with the guy talking to Ragnar.

"Ah, there you are!" Ragnar shouts at you. "We were waiting for you outside!" One of his friends, a bloke with a surgical eyepatch, hoots. "Knowing Y/N, she was waaaay too early." Says Brida. You fluster, she is so right...

"Better early than late." Says the guy Ragnar has been talking to. You send him a small smile and he smiles widely back at you.

"Go, enjoy yourself." Leofric says encouragingly, handing you a bottle of Koparberg. You hop from your stool and follow Ragnar to a collection of high tables.

You end up seated beside a man who introduces himself as Sihtric.

The other men are called; Uhtred, Ragnar's adoptive brother, whom he was talking with, Knut and Rollo, both cousins of Ragnar, Finan, Uhtred's best friend, Osferth, Finan's Boyfriend and Aethelwold, hte bloke with the eyepatch. The woman, very obviously Uhtred's girlfriend, is called Gisela.

You sip your cider, savouring the sweet elder flower and lime flavour.

Ragnar and Finan talk loudest and the other let them dominate the conversation.

Over the course of the evening, you find out Finan and Osferth are the only Christians in the group and Aethelwold is anti-theistic. Though Aethelwold seems to be a rather fervent contrarian in almost every aspect.

He does try to convince you to 'ditch these supersticious morons' and go home with him. At his words, you briefly touch your mjolnir pendant and you can almost feel your Loki tattoo burn on your inner thigh.

It is Sihtric who gets up, though.

"Listen here, you sour little prick, insulting your friends does not make you cool. It won't make her like you. She wears Thor's hammer, too." He says fiercely. Aethelwold scoffs and glowers at Sihtric. But he does not get up.

You send Sihtric a sweet smile.

Rollo buys you another drink and Ragnar gets a couple plates of loaded nachos.

You let the others do most of the talking, keenly listening to their tall tales and adventures alike. Finan has a good few droll stories about a couple of local Karens that frequent his bakery and Uhtred adds to it by telling of the same group of ladies and their shenanigans in the aerobics class he teaches.

Osferth turns out to be Aethelflaed's halfbrother, the two being all but Irish twins. Of course, Osferth being the affair baby, he grew up away from his half siblings.

Aethelwold has a lot to say about Osferth's situation and no word of it is kind. Not even to Osferth, or Aethelflaed for that matter. Especially not when Ragnar blurts out Aethelflaed stole your boyfriend.

At that point you really want to disappear into the ether.

"You good?" Sihtric asks. Ge okaces a tattood hand on your thigh and your heart skips a beat. "Y-yeah." You stammer.

"Maybe if one-eye stopped being such a negative nancy, we'd all enjoy our eve better." Finan says loudly. Aethelwold glowers at him, too. "Very well then, Baker Bart, make Y/N's night, why don't you." He sneers.

"He's just salty you won't sleep with him." Sihtric whispers in your ear. You shudder a little and fluster. With Sihtric in your personal space like this, you notice how amazing he smells. Though you can't quite name what it is he smells of.

You last it out one more hour before you feel the yearning for the calmth of your own space win out over the delight of hearing Finan sum up all sorts of delicious pastries.

You hop down from your stool and smile apologetically to Ragnar. "I am calling it a night." You say softly. "Don't worry about the tab, your drinks are on me." Ragnar smiles back at you. "Thanks." You mumble.

You put your small bag over your shoulder and say your goodbye's.

Sihtric hips down from his stool. "I'll walk you home." He says with a lazy grin. "Thanks." You murmur.

He puts his warm hand on the small of your back and leads you out of the pub.

"Show me the way, pretty lady." He purrs.

So you head home, Sihtric's hand still on the small of your back. It makes you feel all fluttery inside.

"Well ... This is me." You say, once you have arrived at the low wooden fence of your tiny front garden. "Good night, then." Sihtric's hand slowly slips from your hip to your backpocket, pulling out your phone. You watch him grin and swipe for an emergency call, to put in a number and then his own phone rings.

He hands you your phone back with a wink.

"See you around, pretty one." He murmurs, before turning on his heel. "G-Good night..." You mutter, slightly starstruck. "Text me when you get home safe!" You then cry out to him. "I will!" Sihtric hollers back.

You watch until he has disappeared from sight. Then you head inside.

Your cat is immediately excited to see you. He bowls right over in all his juvenile happiness. You chuckle and pick his lanky form off of the floor. "Come here, you silly creature." You cooe, nuzzling into his fur.

Fifteen minutes later, you get a text from Sihtric.

'Hey there pretty woman. I got home all right!'

Your heart is racing and you curse yourself for it. You aren't some virginal teenager! But Sihtric sure as hell makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

'I'm glad to hear that.'

'Sweet dreams.'

You stare at your phone, watching as he types his reply.

'You, too.'

'Dream of me.'

The winky face emoji he sends right after makes you throw your phone onto the bed. Remus, the cat, jumps right after it.

You change into your PJs and crawl into bed. Remus curls up on your ankles. You decide to play along.

'Only if you dream of me, too.'

With trembling finger you send along a kissy face emoji.

Sihtric sends back a devil face emoji.

'That's gona be a wet dream, then.'

You blush, even though you are well aware Sihtric can't see you. This is too blatent a flirt and you have no idea how to react.

'Good night...'

You don't want to leave him hanging, though.

You put your phone away and curl up with Remus to drift off to fitful dreamsm which alternate between Aldhelm and Sihtric.

In the morning you find you have gotten Instagram follows from almot all of Ragnar's friends and Aethelwold having slithered into your DMs.

It all pales in comparison to the pic Sihtric sent you via whatsapp though. He's shirtless, in the gym, his chest and abs glistening with chest.

Very impulsively you text him.

'Don't shower, I'll lick the swear off those muscles.'

You spend breakfast going through everyone's instagram profiles.

Finan's page consists almost entirely of baked goods in every shape and form. The baker is evidently a proud tradesman. And his handle @argylecupcakearmy cracks you up. You dish out a few likes and comment on Finan's most recent post. Uhtred seems to travel a lot, posting pictures of far away countries, usually featuring Gisela in beautiful dresses or bikini. He's got a few selfies with Ragnar and Thyrra, but barely any of himself alone. Osferth evidently does not post very often. His pictures are of beautiful churches and old architecture and handletterings of monks long dead.

You have only barely clicked on Sihtric's handle @thegreatdanemusic when he texts you back.

'Now I regret hitting the shower.'

His message is accompanied by another mirror selfie. All he is wearing is a towel. And by the Gods does he look sexy.

'Better luck next time.'

You send your reply with your heart beating in your throat.

'Promise?'

Sihtric sure is cheeky. He makes you blush with too much ease. You almost want to end the conversation then and there. But Sihtric's next text puts you at ease as much as it makes your heart race all over again.

'How about we go out first?'

'Like, on a date?'

'Yeah, a date. A date date!'

You squeal from joy and Remus gives you an offended glare. You giggle and reach down to scratch behind his ear. "It's okay, bud." You cooe.

'I'd love to. What are you up to for tomorrow?'

Nervously you await Sihtric's answer.

'I'm free tomorrow, but I got nothing on today, either.'

You ponder on a reply. Is it wisdom to go out with Sihtric right the fuck now?

'Want to go see a film?'

'Yeah, let me get out of my PJs and into something pretty.'

You fluster darkly all over again. This guy barely knows you, yet it is like he knows exactly what to tell you to butter you up.

You only reply with a blushing emoji. Sihtric in turn sends another devil.

'What film are we going to see?'

'Let me surprise you.'

You shower and dress in ripped skinny jeans, a lace tank top and a flannel over top.

The bell rings as you are hopping around to get your socks on. "Hang on!" You yell. "Okay!" Sihtric hollers back. You put your socks on, as quickly as you can. Then you race to the door, opening it for Sihtric.

He looks insanely good. His curls are lightly windswept and he's wearing black cargo jeans under a simple black tee. The shirt makes his mjolnir pendant stand out where it rests over his chest.

"H-hey." You stammer. "Hey beautiful." Sihtric purrs. "You ready?" You nod, toeing into your shoes. "Perfect." He takes you by the hand.

You shut and lock the door and Sihtric leads you to the local cinema. It is not a very long walk, as you live reasonably close to the town center. The cinema is not very large and mostly shows arthouse films, though a few box office films, though you have never been able to understand how those are selected.

"There is a showing of Barbie in an hour." Sihtric says. "Did you get tickets?" You ask. "I absolutely did." He replies. "You are the best." You grin widely and kiss his cheek.

[thecryptidbard]

Idea for a Ghosts plot where Sam gets fed up with the ghosts and instead of just taking away their tv time as a punishment, she decides to take away their choice in what they can watch with their tv time. Oh you wanna watch tv after trying to wire $1000 to an imprisoned prince? Sure. But the only thing you get to watch is PSA videos about internet scams and online safety intended for the elderly. The ghosts all protest, of course, but because they’re essentially spoiled ipad kids at heart they can’t imagine not watching tv for *gasp* a whole week, so they still choose the terrible tv option.

It works so well that it becomes the go-to method of punishing the ghosts. When Hetty makes one too many comments about the good-for-nothing Irish, she’s stuck watching nothing but Ken Burns-type documentaries of the Great Famine and its aftermath. After Thor goes too far with his catty remarks about Alberta’s hat, and Sass keeps trying to egg him on just to cause drama, they both spend the week absolutely fuming as they watch nothing but documentaries about the behind-the-scenes scripting and manipulation of reality tv shows. And when Pete jealously tries (and fails) to possess Mark in order to get Jay to spend less time with him, he’s only allowed to watch tv episodes about the importance of sharing, all of them aimed at preschoolers. (Sam’s first thought is to make him watch home improvement shows about electrical hazards and proper wiring but Jay quickly points out that Pete seems like the type who would actually enjoy watching that stuff, and Pete is so touched at how well Jay knows him that he doesn’t even try to pretend otherwise.)

Sam and Jay very quickly start to have fun with the new punishment system, and it becomes a lot less about actually teaching the ghosts anything than it is about what programming will just be the most ironic and painful to watch. When there’s a big corporate retreat happening at the B&B and Flower keeps walking through guests as a way to protest their company? Well now she’s watching nothing but ‘this is your brain on drugs’ era anti drug specials for a week. Trevor gets into an all-out Reddit war with someone over whether or not the cutting edge is a good movie (all while he’s still banned from the laptop of course) and so he isn’t allowed to watch anything but melodramatic early-2010s Lifetime channel movies about cyberbullying. After Alberta wakes up the livings and several guests playing her music too loud on the Alexa one night, she’s stuck watching YouTube compilations of the worst renditions of old jazz classics for several days. As for Isaac? One word. Hamilton.

The ghosts eventually get their revenge by catching both of the livings lying to each other about big, impractical purchases they made, and demand that, fair is fair, they now get to pick the punishment for Sam and Jay. The livings spend the next week glumly watching nothing but financial planning advice shows, because as it turns out, they too are spoiled ipad kids at heart and can’t make it more than a day or two without tv.

[jonny-versace]

Forever a Taika anti because of what he did with Love and Thunder buttttt I'm going to give him his flowers for Ragnarok because the first Thor film is....... not good (very much not looking forward to Thor 2)

[nokiosud]

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[mi5014jesspark]

Independent work 1- My parade theme ideas.

Ideas generation of which parade theme I'd like to explore.

-Solar system parade: A parade with the intent to educate about our solar system. Yes there are 8 planets so I will have to cut down the number of planets. Similar to Earth-day in its intent to inform and celebrate. The characters would be 'Humanoid planets', a challenge to design human characters distinguishable as being associated to the planets. This personification of the planets would aid in the teaching about their importance as audiences empathise with humans better as they cans 'see themselves in them'. I am a big sucker for celestial imagery, the universe and everything out there in space that i cannot comprehend. I also feel like its important to explore space more so than just on a face value. Recently i found out that each planet has a star sign that is associated with it, I would tie this into my characters and show deeper connections to the planet than is usually explored.

-Wiccan / Pagan holidays: Similarly to how the 'Jack and the green' festival celebrates the 'coming of the summer spirit', the wheel of the year depicts the 8 holidays or 'Sabbats' that celebrate the seasons. I could choose to focus on one of the Sabbat's and portray the parade as that singular celebration. Or I could depict multiple of the Sabbats and give a broader look into the calendar of celebrations. I like this idea as over the summer I have delved deeper into exploring my own beliefs, this would allow me to portray my interests alongside my work. Keeping me interested in the project as it develops.

-Deities and their different representations: I would like to explore how different deities have similar renditions between different belief systems and religions. For example, the goddess of love is present in many different sets of beliefs. In Greek mythology she is known as Aphrodite whereas in Roman mythology she is Venus. I would choose one god or goddess to represent and create characters that depict their different counterparts, taking inspiration from the different cultural aspects of each belief system / religion. I am fascinated by the gods and goddesses, researching and portraying the different renditions of the same deity seems like endless fun to me. Again this would allow me to explore my belief system and expand on culture.

-Folklore and mythology: pretty simple, choose my favourite mythical creatures and cryptids and make a parade about them. Cultural and historical research complete through delving into the 'lore' of each character.

-Deceptive flowers: Five flowers that look innocent but have dangerous properties or unkind meanings. Research into different poisonous plants and flower language to relate back to their uses. If a plant is specific to a region I will make cultural links in the design.

-Days of the week and their associated gods and uses: It is said that each day is ruled by a different deity and that each day has a purpose. For example, Thursday is the day of the Norse god Thor and is said to bring elevated prosperity.

-5 a day: silly fruit festival with the promotion of eating 5 a day. make fruit puns, put an anti doctor sticker on the apple?

-non-cat cat animals: opossum, fox, badger, raccoon, rat. They are all the same animal just different fonts. Could be used to promote wildlife conservation.

-The pentagram: parades aim would be to de-stigmatise the symbol. it represents the 5 wounds of Christ, the 5 elements (air, earth, fire, water and spirit), the five stages of life and many other non 'evil' symbols. Again ties to paganism, satanism and many origins in other religions. For the 5 elements, each character would represent each element in some way: think ATLA, Elemental, the Tinkerbell universe.)

-The five stages of grief: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

-The primary lunar phases: New moon, first quarter, full moon, last quarter, and the waning crescent. Each holds different energies, emotions and intentions.

-Appalachian mountains: what on Earth goes on there.

[fishyfletch]

Valorant Agents' Names and Their Meanings

I spent more than an hour and Tumblr deleted the draft. Thanks, Tumblr. Anyway I wrote some things I found interesting at the very bottom.

Astra

Astra: the accusative plural form of the Latin word astrum, 'star'

Efia Danso: Efia, meaning 'born on Friday.' Danso, from Ghana, Akan origin, means 'one who is reliable.'

Breach

Breach: make a gap in and break through (a wall, barrier, or defense).

Erik Torsten: Erik, Old Norse meaning 'ever or eternal ruler.' Torsten, a Scandinavian given name. The Old Norse name was Þórsteinn. It is a compound of the theonym Þór (Thor) and steinn "stone"

Brimstone

Brimstone: sulfur.

Liam Byrne: Liam, an Irish name meaning "strong-willed warrior" and "protector." Bryne, burning, fire; flame, heat, burn.

Chamber

Chamber: a private room, usually a bedroom. or to place (a bullet) into the chamber of a gun.

Vincent Fabron: Vincent, from a Latin word meaning “conquering.” Fabron, surname of French origin meaning 'young blacksmith.'

Cypher

Cypher: a secret or disguised way of writing; a code.

Amir El Amari: Amir, a name of Arabic origin meaning 'prince.' Amari, meaning 'moon.' His name means 'prince of the moon.'

I'm not sure about this translation so please correct me if I'm mistaken.

Fade

Fade: to gradually grow faint and disappear.

Hazal Eyletmez: Hazal, a Turkish name meaning 'autumn flower' or 'fallen leaf.' Eyletmez means to 'not let something happen.'

Harbor

Harbor: a place on the coast where vessels may find shelter, especially one protected from rough water by piers, jetties, and other artificial structures. or to keep (a thought or feeling, typically a negative one) in one's mind, especially secretly. It also means to shelter or hide a criminal or wanted person.

Varun Batra: Varun, a name derived after an ancient Hindu deity, Varuna, a water god. Batra is an Indian Hindu and Sikh clan of the Arora Khatri community of Punjab.

Jett

Jett: a jet engine.

Sunwoo Han: Sunwoo, a name of Korean origin meaning 'kind friend.' Han, a Korean surname meaning "King”, “Kingdom”, “country" or/and “Korean people.”

KAY/O

KAY/O: Kill All Your Opponents or Kingdom Anti-Yield Operative

If we're following the theory that KAY/O's mental blueprint is Brimstone's fallen comrade, Tariq Porter, here's what that name means.

Tariq Porter: Tariq, derived from the Arabic verb طرق‎, (ṭaraqa), meaning "to strike", and into the agentive conjugated doer form طارق‎, (ṭāriq), meaning "striker". Porter, originates as an Old French occupational name, portier (gatekeeper; doorkeeper), or porteour ("to carry").

Yes, you can make gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss jokes now.

Killjoy

Killjoy: a person who deliberately spoils the enjoyment of others through resentful or overly sober behavior.

Klara Böhringer: Klara, the feminine form of the Late Latin name Clarus which meant "clear, bright, famous". Böhringer, a habitational name for someone from any of three places in Baden-Württemberg called Böhringen.

Neon

Neon: fluorescent lighting or signs (whether containing neon or some other gas).

Tala Nicole Dimaapi Valdez: Tala, Tagalog for 'star.' Nicole, a female name of French origin meaning "people of victory," or "victory of the people." Dimaapi, I can't find the meaning online but it's similar to the Tagalog phrase 'Di maapi' meaning 'can't be abused.' Valdez, a Spanish toponymic surname of Asturian origin. Its appearance has been dated back to the times of the Reconquista in the municipality of Valdés, Asturias, where the eponymous lineage began. The area around the current town of Luarca was known as Val de Ese, "valley of the river Ese", as attested in medieval documents.

Omen

Omen: an event regarded as a portent of good or evil.

John: derived from the Hebrew Yohanan, meaning “graced by God.”

Yohan: the Syriac Aramaic meaning is "God is merciful". It is also shortened version of the Hebrew word "Yohanan" meaning "Yahweh is gracious".

Fred: a masculine given name meaning "peaceful ruler". It is the English form of the German name Friedrich. It also means 'elf or magical counsel' and 'a sage' (Ancient Greek: σοφός, sophos), in classical philosophy, is someone who has attained wisdom.

Marcus: a name of Ancient Roman origin meaning 'dedicated to Mars.'

Dimitri: a name of Russian origin meaning "follower of Demeter."

Phoenix

Phoenix: in classical mythology, it is a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle.

Jamie Adeyemi: Jamie, a name of Hebrew, Scottish origin meaning "supplanter" which means someone or something taking the place of another, as through force, scheming, strategy, or the like. Adeyemi, a Yoruba name that means "The crown befits me".

Raze

Raze: completely destroy (a building, town, or other site).

Tayane Alvez: Tayane, a name of of English origin and means "star". Alvez is patronymic, that is, it is a surname derived from the first name of a male relative. In this case, the surname is derived from the Portuguese/Spanish first name Alvaro, which is ultimately from the Germanic (Visigoth) words "all," meaning all and "wer," meaning true.

Reyna

Reyna: Spanish for 'queen.'

Zyanya Mondragón: a female name of Aztec origin that means 'forever, always.' Mondragón, a habitational name from Basque Mondragoe ('dragon mountain'), a place in Gipuzkoa province.

Sage

Sage: an aromatic plant with grayish-green leaves that are used as a culinary herb, native to southern Europe and the Mediterranean. Ancient Greek: σοφός, sophos, in classical philosophy, is someone who has attained wisdom.

 Ling Ying Wei: In Chinese, Sage's name is 魏玲瑩. 魏 Wèi is her surname. In very old Chinese, it would mean a "tower over a palace gateway", but that meaning has fallen off and now usually refers to the country of Wei in Ancient China (220-265 CE). The country of Wei was founded by the legendary general 曹操 (Cáo Cāo). 玲營 Líng yíng is her given name. 玲 (líng) generally refers to the tinkling sound of Jade or an onomatopoeia of that, but can also mean: exquisite, ingenious, delicate, nimble. (The radical in this character is 玉 and means Jade. Basically it means that this character's meaning would have something to do with jade.) 營 (yíng) has a lot of meanings. It can be a noun, in which it means a camp, battalion or barracks, or it can be a verb where it can mean to build, operate, manage or to seek.

Skye

Skye: a gender-neutral name of Scottish origin meaning 'island of clouds.'

Kirra Foster: Kirra, used by various Aboriginal Nations around the border regions of Queensland and NSW. To the Yugambeh people, it is said to mean 'leaf' or 'dancing leaf.' Other meanings from surrounding nations include 'Beautiful woman', 'to live' and even boomerang. Foster, "one who keeps the forest."

Sova

Sova: night owl, night person. 'Owl' in many Slavic languages.

Alexander 'Sasha' Novikov: Alexander, the Latin variant of the Greek name Alexandros, meaning "defender of men." Sasha, short for Alexander. Novikov, derived from novik - a teenager on military service who comes from a noble, boyar or cossack family in Russia of 16th-18th centuries. or patronymic from novik 'newcomer.

Viper

Viper: a venomous snake with large hinged fangs, typically having a broad head and stout body, with dark patterns on a lighter background.

Sabine Callas: Sabine, meaning "woman of the Sabine people", the Italian tribe from which, according to legend, the ancient Romans kidnapped their wives-to-be in order to populate their newly-founded city. It is the French and German form of Sabina. Callas, the short form of any of several compound surnames composed with the first element kalos 'good', 'beautiful.'

Yoru

Yoru: Japanese for night, evening.

Ryo Kiritani: Ryo, meaning excellent, excel, succeed; distant; fact; dragon. Kiritani, a name of Japanese origin meaning valley; ravine.

Things to Note:

2 of the agents' names mean 'light.' Namely, Tayane (Raze) and Neon (Tala).

4/5 of Omen's aliases have something to do with gods. 2 of which mean being a follower of a god and another 2 meaning the same thing. Another name means 'sage.'

If I missed anything or put something wrong, please correct me!!! that's all thank yaur

[raplinesmoon]

Ok going straight Marvel here:

Jin - major Thor vibes, knows he’s pretty. But has the power to silence everyone in the room. (Like when he sliced Thano’s head off) laidback, Dad jokes.

Yoongi - major anti-hero vibes with a good heart. I’m thinking Magneto. Controlled, clean and powerful. But breaks his own heart. Or Bucky.

Hoseok - tbh I get Ant Man vibes 🤣 I love Hoba but he has such a similar soul power to Paul Rudd. Liquid sunshine. If Yoongi’s Bucky then Hobi is Sam.

Namjoon - fuck I hate myself for this, Starlord. But it makes sense, attractive, leader, clumsy. He also gives me Iron Man vibes, the true leader and getting beat up by his own creations.

Jimin - I’m seeing Cap for JM, little boy gets big man booster. Also those powerful love eyes.

Taehyung - Cyclops, madly in love with Jean and very protective of his crew + new people entering.

Jungkook - Spider-Man 1000% Tom Holland version. Maybe a little romantic Andrew Garfield in there.

Wait hahaha the fact that I’ve nearly watched every single one of these movies this week 💀

Jokes aside though, I think this is great! Jin as Thor didn’t come to my head immediately, but your explanation made it click for me with the jokes and the pretty boy vibes! And him dealing with brats (ahem, Loki)

Ooooh Yoongi as an anti-hero!! I can totally see the Bucky vibes, I even remember there were a few fics about winter soldier Yoongi out there I think! May I humbly throw my hat in the ring for Hawkeye too though? I think he has those tortured vibes

Hobi and Scott!! This is totally a pairing I can get behind I think he’d be so funny as Ant-Man and bring that lightness to any situation. But also the Sope Falcon and Winter Soldier pairing has me going through it

I never thought of Star Lord for Joon but I can see it!! I am a supporter of the loveable dork Joon agenda so I can totally imagine him bringing his Walkman and listening to Nas in space lmao. Iron Man also makes sense with the leader vibes

Jimin as Cap!! This is perfect imo he has that glow up hero story that everyone dreams up. Also Jimin is an icon in kpop and Cap is an iconic superhero, aka the first Avenger!!

Taehyung’s is interesting, it’s been a bit since I’ve seen X-Men, but I generally remember liking Cyclops and thinking that he was a good guy and a romantic! His love for Jean 🥺💕

And Spideykook! I adore Tom Holland, don’t get me wrong, but Andrew Garfield’s Spidey holds a special place in my heart!! Just imagining him with that bouquet of flowers like Andrew was… ahhhhhhhhh

which superheroes would bts be?

[thevibraniumveterans]

I’ve discovered something interesting…

… about the way Loki talks about his mother.

-

In Thor: The Dark World, we get a little scene where Frigga - through some form of illusionistic sorcery - appears in Loki’s cell in the dungeon to speak with him.

Loki, sardonically: “Odin continues to bring me new friends. How thoughtful.”

Frigga: “The books I sent, did they not interest you?”

Loki: “Is that how I’m to while away for eternity? Reading?”

Frigga: “I’ve done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.”

Loki: “Have you? Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor? It must be so inconvenient, then, asking after me day and night.”

Frigga: “You know full well that it was your actions that brought you here.”

Loki: “My actions? I was merely giving truth to the lie that I’ve been fed my entire life: that I was born to be a king.”

Frigga: “A king? A true king admits his faults. What of the lives you took on Earth?”

Loki: “A mere handful compared to the number that Odin has taken himself.”

Frigga: “Your father-”

Loki, verbally exploding from years of repressed anger, sadness, and a whole host of other emotions: “HE IS NOT MY FATHER!!”

Frigga, after a small pause: “Then am I not your mother?”

Loki, after a sad exhale, “… you’re not.”

Frigga, smiling sadly but knowingly: “You’re always so perceptive about everyone but yourself.”

Loki shakes his head remorsefully, and reaches out to his mother, whose illusion slowly fades away.

In the third episode of the Loki series, we see our titular anti-hero onboard a train, talking to Sylvie, when they have a conversation about Frigga and magic.

Sylvie: “I’m not going to waste my time rooting around for the Tempad when someone taught you fairly decent magic.”

Loki: “… my mother.”

Sylvie, after a contemplative pause: “What was she like?”

Loki, quietly and thoughtfully: “She was, um, a Queen of Asgard. She’s good. Purely decent.”

Sylvie: “Are you sure she’s your mother?”

Loki: “Oh, no, she’s not, actually. I was adopted. Is that a bit of a spoiler for you? I’m sorry about that.”

Sylvie: “No, I knew I was adopted.”

Loki: “What? They told you?”

Sylvie: “…Yeah. Did they not tell you?”

Loki: “No! I mean, I mean, they did, eventually…. Hang on a second. So, tell me, who, tell me about your mother.”

Sylvie: “I barely remember her. Just blips of a dream at this point.”

Loki: “You know, when I was young, she’d do these little bits of magic for me. Like, turn a flower into a frog, or cast fireworks over the water. And it all seemed impossible, but she told me that one day, I’d be able to do it too, because… because I can do anything.” Sylvie nods. “Want to see?” Sylvie nods again, so Loki smiles as he conjures up a miniature version of the fireworks, the kind that his mother used to do for him.

Sylvie: “Not bad.” Loki ends the little show.

Loki: “She was the kind of person who’d want to believe in you.”

Sylvie: “Sounds like she does.”

Loki: “Well, she did.”

I love the contrast between both sets of conversations, because the first one was just before Frigga was murdered. Loki’s attitude toward his mother when he spoke with her, was admittedly cold - expected of someone like him who’d once stated that he’d been nothing more than a mere shadow living in the shade of Thor’s and Odin’s greatness. I don’t have much of a doubt that not just did it break Frigga’s heart to ask her wayward son if he considered her to be his mother, it also broke Loki’s heart to say, “You’re not”. 

Which, in a twisted way, is actually true, since Frigga is not Loki’s biological mother. But it’s not so much who created him, but the focus is on who raised him, who looked after him, who clothed him, fed him, raised him, taught him magic, LOVED him the way Odin could never have. When you watch the scene when Loki says, “You’re not,” and just focus on his face in the next half a minute after, he’s shaking his head in remorse, his eyes are downcast, his posture no longer holding in that rage that he’d just released after proclaiming Odin to not be his father, which in the same twisted way is also true.

Loki knew full well that Frigga loved him to the ends of the universe and back, why else would she have sent books down to the dungeon for him? She literally made the place more comfortable for him.

Now, when we get to the series, at which point the episode must’ve taken place roughly not long after Frigga died in the main timeline (which Loki had seen the reel of), Loki spoke of his mother in soft tones, openly and honestly. He did - when Sylvie asks whether Frigga was really his mother - admit, rather matter-of-factly, that, “Oh, no, she’s not, actually. I was adopted.” Here, he doesn’t display any of the hurt and anger, but gives a simple statement, that yes, it’s true, Frigga was not in fact his mother in the sense that she was not his biological mom.

But then, he goes on to tell Sylvie about how Frigga taught him magic when he was young, and that she believed in him. It’s clear to us that Loki was clearly a momma’s boy, because we get to know, through how he speaks of her, how much he still loves his mother, and how much she loved him, up until the very end. Loki reveals that his mother “was the kind of person who’d want to believe” in him, which is what “she did”, confirms Loki. Though he knows that it’s unlikely he’ll ever see his mother again, he speaks of and about her with reverence, respect, and a whole lot of love, tinged with sadness around the edges.

Though Frigga never was, never is, and never will be Loki’s biological mother, she was his mother regardless, in the sense that she raised him as her own son in a way that Odin never did.

Though Frigga could never mend the hole in Loki’s heart, she filled it with so much love and care and attention, not to mention magic.

Though Loki mourned his mother’s death in both the main timeline and in the TVA’s Time Theatre outside of time and space, he spoke highly and fondly of her even though he was not her biological son.

Loki had always loved his mother, because it was clear as day to him that she had always loved him, right from the very beginning, up until the very end.

Though Frigga may have died, her spirit certainly lives on in her beloved son Loki.

Though Loki would always be Laufey’s son by acknowledging his creator, and though he may refuse to admit that he is Odin’s son (which we know he eventually did in his main timeline), Loki - our beloved Prince of Asgard, rightful king of Jotunheim, and God of Mischief to boot - will always and forever be Frigga’s son.

-

After all…

What is grief if not love persevering?

[fangirl-hell]

🔅 all the fandoms I’m in + the ships I ship 🔅

MARVEL

~ probably my main fandom and the fandom I spend the most time in and have been in the longest

~ by far my favourite fandom

~ joined the fandom before I really knew what a fandom was

Ships MCU:

~ Stucky ( slightly ship it, used to be my OTP BEFORE STEVE WENT AND-)

~ Ironstrange ( I used to ship it more but people move on yk )

~ Thorbruce/gammahammer ( love it. So much chemistry in Thor Ragnorok! )

~ ThorQuill ( it’s cute )

~ Scarletwidow ( I think they would be a cute couple if gay relationships were normalised and they were a bit closer age-wise )

~ Blackhill ( it’s cute. I wrote a Blackhill oneshot once. They would be cute shield-wives <3 )

~ Blackpepper ( Natasha deserves a strong independent woman like Pepper! )

~ Frosthawk ( not proud of this one- but it is one of my OTP’s and first ever ships )

~ Winterhawk ( it’s cute )

~ Hawkdevil ( god bless shipping wiki for introducing this to me. I love the deaf/Blind dynamic there )

~ Hawkant ( the family men <3 )

~ Lokius ( they r so gay- )

~ Frostmaster ( don’t really ship it I just think they did it )

~ sambucky/winterfalcon ( rollin’ in a field of flowers~~ )

~ Hawksilver ( HOW COULD I ALMOST FORGET THE ONE I SPENT HOURS LOOKING AT TUMBLR POSTS ABOUT- )

~ Parley/Parkner ( it could be romantic or brotherly- I know that sounds weird but it’s like how Hawksilver could be father and son or romantic and I don’t mind it either way )

~ Shuri/MJ ( I swear it was one fic- )

~ Valcarol ( still have hope for my gay space girls <3 )

~ Drax/Mantis ( AHA!! A STRAIGHT ONE! I ship this one on a strict platonically romantic basis tho- )

X-Men:

~ Cherik ( 😫 CuBa BeAcH dIvOrCe || PaRiS cHeSs PrOpOsAl 😫 )

~ Scogan ( in the original universe, alt reality Scott is 2 young )

~ Kurt/Peter

~ Scott/Peter

~ Bobby/Pyro ( gay )

The Gifted:

Lorna/Marcus ( THE CHERIK PARALLELS ARE INTENSE )

Runaways:

Gert/Karolina ( ik….I’m being selfish. I can’t be happy with Karolina and Nico being gay 4 eachother )

Alex/Darius’s sister in-law

MCYT FANDOM:

~ been in it for the second least amount of time

~ I like it but not unconditionally

Ships:

~Dreamnotfound ( a classic- can u blame me? )

~Dreamnap ( aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmMaTeS )

~ Sapnotfound

~ Sapnottaken?

~ Karlnapity ( OT3 )

~ Sapity/Quacknap ( adorable. )

~ Karlnap

MHA:

~ Totally forgot I was ever in this one

~ quite watching it when it made me watch it in Japanese

~ in and out

Ships:

~ BakuDeku ( classic! Only one-sided though or one side w/ acceptance and the other with strong denial )

MAZE RUNNER:

~ loosely in the fandom

~ mostly there for one ship

Ships:

~ Newtmas ( god bless my random YouTube recommendations )

SOUTH PARK:

~ admittedly I was kinda obsessed with this one for a while!

~ Kenny

~ I was 11 when I got into the fandom so this is worrying

Ships:

~ Crenny ( adorable dumbasses. Limited fics though…)

~ Style ( they were gay. Gay in a slightly homophobic but also anti-homophobic way )

~ Tyde ( cute. They obviously had their gay awakening when Craig started dating guys. They were like: “oh shit- if our mutual bestie is gay- are we gay?” And then: “are we gay 4 eachother?? )

~ Butters/Scott Malkinson ( the badass softies <3 )

~ Christopher/Gregory ( don’t question me )

~ Michael/Pete ( gay, goth and gender-non-conforming )

~ Bendy ( they’re both basic bitches ofc they deserve eachother )

~ Cryde ( cute )

~ Stylenny

~ Creek ( I don’t really ship this one but it’s not bad. They are a cute couple and they’re canon! )

IT:

~ almost forgot this one aaahahaha

~ luv it

~ make horror gay 🌈

Ships:

~ Reddie ( YESSSS YESSS YESSS I MEAN JUST YESSS- SHIPPING WIKI SAID SEMI-CANON )

~ Stenbrough ( they would be cute lol )

~ Benverly ( get outta here with that Billverly crap- I mean....Bev is pretty but she was a bit annoying. She depended on a man all the time it was infuriating)

STRANGER THINGS:

~ again! Forgot this one!

~ i didn’t know what the hype was about till I watched it

Ships:

~Max/El ( gay girls go shopping 🛍)

~ Mike/Will ( I mean they’re a little eh but it’s a good ship! )

~ Dustin/That Girl from Utah ( they were kind of cute yk )

~ Steve/Jonathan ( jk jk jk....unless? )

~ Nancy/Jonathan

BONUS FOR THAT ONE IT/STRANGER THINGS CROSSOVER FIC IM READING:

~Max/Bev

~ El/Bev

~ Stan & El are siblings

^

That fic is called “The Losers Party” it’s on ao3

It’s by: WhelmedBirdie_319 and it’s fvcking awesome

[godofplumsandthunder]

Twisted Fate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Cancer, both Bucky and reader have cancer, Major Character death, brief hospital terms mainly reffering to cancer treatment. References to amputation.

A/N: This was written for the lovely @eurynome827​ 2k celebration. I got a lovely quote of lyrics from Hadestown, which I wanted to do something that was based off of the musical, but I couldn’t figure anything out. Then I had a big anniversary come up and this was came out instead. It’s very angsty, I cried a lot, and well I hope you like it.

The low, steady hum of the fan fills the awkward silence. The psychiatrist, newly assigned to the case, still doesn’t feel comfortable. “Case number 32557038” was widely known in the health care center. The whispers and rumors floated their way down the hall, past the copy machine, filling the office with this chilling tale. Some regarded it as a terrible series of bad luck, others thought it was an act of some benevolent God, pouring his rage on this poor couple. Dr. Breynord, after reading the notes on the file, Breynord knew that this case was perhaps the worst case of bad luck she ever saw in her career, and, maybe it was her stubbornness or naive belief in medicine, but Dr. Breynord was going to help this poor man get the peace he so desperately needs.

“James,” Dr. Breynord’s voice breaks the silence of the office, “I’ve read what my colleagues had to say about your case, but, I’d like you to tell me what has happened if you feel comfortable.”

Shifting in his seat, James sighs, with a small nod of the head, he starts at the beginning.

Bucky Barnes was used to change. Granted, it was other people’s change, but it was still change nonetheless. The poor folks that sat next to him each clinic visit changed, his caretakers changed, it seemed as if the whole world changed around him, while he was stuck in some perpetual hell. Every day dragged out in the same dull, and nauseating feeling, and at times, Bucky felt he was in an endless loop, forsaken by some deity he didn’t believe in. But, for however long Bucky has left in this fallen and cruel world, he’ll remember when you walked in, shattering the miserable purgatory he was banished to, he’ll always remember the day you changed his life.

It happened during his first transfusion session after his surgery. His arm, still wrapped in bandage, IV tubing leading straight to his heart, pumped his body full of liquids, as he waited for the toxic poison to enter his body. He always found it ironic, the “medicine” that was supposed to save his life, that was too dangerous for the nurses to touch with their bare hands, was willingly flushed into his body. Hair loss, mouth sores, and muscle aches were the better side effects. He can’t help but think about what is coming, especially as he sees his nurse, Thor, come over with the freshly made batch of poison [STRIKE THROUGH], chemotherapy as his doctor would want him to call it. Hanging the bag on his IV pole, Thor looks over at Bucky, giving him the “I’m going to go on a rant about something you should care about” look. 

“Now James, we’re getting a new patient today. It’s their first transfusion. They’re going to be sitting in the pod next to you. I swear to the gods, I best not hear another complaint about your attitude.”

“Me? An attitude? No, I think you got me confused with someone else. I’m the brightest little ball of sunshine here!” Bucky can’t help but chuckle. It’s not his fault he wasn’t a “warrior”, blasting “Fight Song” 24/7, as he sips on a kale smoothie with coffee suppositories shoved up his ass. T

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Barnes,” Thor shakes his head as he cleans up his station, “don’t think I won’t throw your bald ass out of here. That cancer sob story, won’t work on me.” 

Bucky goes back to his phone, already feeling the effects of the chemo. No matter how many anti-nausea meds they fed him, Cisplatin always makes him sick. So, he had the right to act like a grumpy old grandpa. While he scrolls through his social media feed, seeing all the accomplishments, brags, and just shit of his friends, Bucky hears your sniffles, as you make your way down to the end of the Oncology clinic, taking a seat next to Bucky. Even if Thor hadn’t given him the heads up, he would have known you were fresh meat. One infusion, his mom asked him how he could tell. It was easy for Bucky, it all had to do with the eyes. A cancer diagnosis shatters you. It kills all hope, light, and goodness that’s in you. You turn completely numb to the world, to the point where your own wailing and sobs feel muted. Bucky saw all of that in your eyes. Behind the puffy, redness, saw the shards of hope, the fear of the unknown. Before you could reach your seat, you stumble, spilling your possessions that you carried all over the floor. Bucky watches quietly as you quickly pick up your items, collapsing into the chair next to him. 

“Sorry I couldn’t give you a hand, only have the one,” he wiggles his stump, and he's met with silence. Talk about a rough crowd, he thinks, his nephews love his stumpy jokes. “So,” Bucky continues, “what are you in for? I’m a sarcoma, in the arm.” You sniffle as you turn your body to look at this new man.

“Leukemia,” you confess, voice barely above a whisper. It takes a real effort to say it out loud because then it makes all of this real.

“That’s good then,” the “sarcoma” man says to you, and Bucky can see the confusion, and pain on your face.

“How is that good? How is cancer good?”

Using his arm, Bucky points around the room, giving you a tour of the room.

“See him, that’s Riley, he has an inoperable brain tumor. That young kid, with the Switch? His name is Peter, his body is chemo resistant. So yeah, leukemia is good. If you haven’t learned it yet, not all cancers are made equal.”

“Oh,” you barely make out. What were you supposed to say to that? 

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Much to Bucky’s surprise, he actually enjoyed having your company. Your treatments lined up and so you both got to know each other well. Bucky enjoyed having someone close to his age that understood his problems. And it also didn’t hurt that you had such a great personality, you got Bucky’s dark humor (and it went without saying that you understood it was his way of coping), and you looked great. Not many people can rock a bald head. And Bucky has seen his fair share, and he can say with confidence, you rocked it. Not covering it up with caps, scarves, or wigs. Because why should you hide away? For the first time since his diagnosis, Bucky had a purpose. So, while his immune system allowed him to leave the house, he picked up a bouquet of fake flowers (neutropenia life, am I right?) and a box of chocolates to take with him to the next transfusion. When he got to the clinic, Bucky was a bit worried to see that you weren’t next to him. Instead, there sat Barb, 75 years old with breast cancer. 

“Oh sweetie, are those for me?” Barb looks at the flowers in Bucky’s hand. 

“No!” He snaps, as closes the curtain that surrounds his chair. He hears some huffs and complaints from Barb, but frankly, he doesn’t give a damn. Bucky only has one thing on his mind: you. 

“Are you alright? You’re not here at Club Med” Bucky texts as quickly as his one hand would let him. Dropping his phone, Bucky stares at it all while the nurses prep him. And because of damn, HIPAA, none of the nurses can tell him where you’re at. Minutes turn into hours, and by the time Bucky’s infusion ends, you still haven’t responded to him or shown up at the clinic. 

“Hope you’re okay. Call or text me. I'm worried” Bucky sighs, realizing how much you made his chemo treatments more bearable. How your laugh could make him forget of the poison he had to take, or how the light in your eyes could make him forget, even just for a bit, how much his arm stump was hurting. You were a drug, more potent than any he’s had before, and Bucky was becoming addicted. He’s picking at the hamburger he got for dinner, not having much of an appetite when his phone goes off. Seeing it’s from you, he rushes to answer. 

“Y/N! I… Where were you? I missed you today. I had to sit by Barb and…” The sounds of your cries cut Bucky off. 

“Are you okay?”

“No, Buck. I… Got some bad news today.” 

“Where are you?” He asks. He knows you’re alone, and speaking from experience, you never want to be alone when you get bad news. He knows from experience.

“Buck…” you sigh, “It’s fine. Really.” 

“Please, Y/N, I know what it’s like to be alone after getting this kind of news. Please, let me be there for you.” Breaking further down into tears, you cry at Bucky’s actions, actions of love. 

“I’ll send you my address,” Bucky gathers the flowers and chocolates as he rushes to your apartment, breaking a few traffic laws to get there faster. When he gets there, the image of you, opening the door, eyes swollen from crying breaks his heart. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky sweeps you into his arm, as he closes the door behind, “tell me what’s going on hun.” 

You both sit on the couch, the bag with the flowers and chocolate lay at your feet, as you stay in Bucky’s embrace. 

“I’m… I’m dying Buck!” You manage to say in-between odds. “Dr. Fair... gave me three months to live. There’s nothing else they can do.” You break down in his arms, that last straw finally breaking, as you tell your newfound best friend, the person you were supposed to beat cancer with. Bucky tries his best to remain strong, to be the rock, the foundation you need, but you’re not the only one that is losing a friend. You sit in each other's embrace, as you mourn. You cry for all the missed opportunities, laughs, and memories that won’t be made. 

“What am I going to do,” you whisper, your voice hoarse from crying. 

Kissing your head, Bucky pulls you in closer, “we, are going to make these three months, the best three months you’ve ever had.”

Bucky lives up to his promise, spending every hour he isn’t in the hospital with you. The time you spent together changed your relationship. Neither had to officially say the words to make your relationship official. It was just you, and Bucky. Holding each other close, as the tempest waged on, trying to beat you into submission. You go on walks in the park, picnics, and one night when you both had the energy, went skinny dipping. Your logic being, what are the cops going to do? Arrest two cancer patients, with one of them being terminal? You threw caution to the wind and simply lived. Lived, breathed, and loved. Things seemed to be perfect until reality hit.

Your body wasn’t keeping up. Your cancer was spreading faster than they predicted. The doctors couldn’t give you an explanation as to why the cancer was spreading so fast. It shouldn’t have been. Soon, home hospice came, to try to make you more comfortable. And like the good partner he was, Bucky spent every minute by your side. That’s why, when you felt the inevitable coming, you felt your body give in to the tiredness of fighting, you grab Bucky’s hand. 

“I love you, James Bucky Barnes,” you weakly say, giving him one last affirmation, as you went to sleep, for one last time. 

As Bucky wakes up from his nap, feeling your cold body, he tries to ruse you back awake. Once he realizes what has happened, the last bit of humanity inside of Bucky snapped. He lets out a blood-curdling scream, as tears stream down his face. He strikes your face, pleas escape his mouth. Pleas to you, to a God he has long stopped believing in. His body shakes, his tears wetting your hair, as he holds you for one last time. 

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“Oh James,” Dr. Breynord grabs herself a tissue before handing Bucky the box of tissues. “I truly am so sorry to hear that. I want you to know that I am here to help you get happy again, and to heal.”

Bucky sighs and turns away from the doctor as he wipes his eyes. “You’re just like the rest of them. You didn’t listen to me.” 

Breynord was surprised that this was Bucky’s complaint. The other doctors had warned her that Bucky could be sarcastic, standoff-ish, and even flat-out rude to them. Breynord thought she did a good job listening to his story, what did she miss.

“I… I don’t think I understand what you mean, James.”

Bucky lets out a heartless, empty laugh, “you want me to be happy again. I’m never going to be. Not only do I have to live with the guilt of surviving, when she died, in my arms, but I’ll also never find another soul like hers. We had a connection, you know. It felt like we met before. When I held her in my arm, and her arms would wrap around me, it felt like I had the whole world in my arms. I didn’t need anything else when I had Y/N.” 

“So tell me doc, what’s the point of carrying on?”

[missielynne]

I know lots of people are bummed that Flower got sucked off just to make an episode about Thor grieving, but...they were a couple, however slim the foundations of their relationship were, and it's not wrong to show him grieving.

Also, given how masculine and closed off Thor is naturally, I think that allowing him to have situations where he grieves or is emotionally open (Like when he talked about killing Oskar and how sad that was for him along with experiencing the grief of Flower moving on.)

Feminism isn't just about putting women first. It's also about encouraging men to be okay with engaging with what is typically considered "feminine" behavior like openly being sad or grieving in front of others.

So I'm gonna say that it is wrong wrong wrong to chastise Ghosts for allowing Flower to move on and for showing Thor grieving the loss. It's not anti-feminist. It's not Ghosts just suddenly being a jerk. It's showing a different facet of feminism that broadens the concept beyond the basic definition that a lot of people like to use.

[stxphxn-strange]

i’d love it if we made it

a/n: the title for this comes from “love it if we made it” by the 1975 and it’s part 1 of probably 3 in a new college au miniseries. tw for mention of/implied unhealthy parental and romantic relationships, also i feel like i should mention that this fic isn’t anti bruce at all, but he and tony butt heads a lot in this one bc sometimes that happens

summary: how was anyone supposed to navigate being honest with themself and their friends while still dealing with the past and fearing judgement in the present? and why did Valentine’s Day nearing somehow suddenly make Stephen and Anthony’s relationship everyone’s business? so Anthony hated Valentine’s Day, sue him!

Anthony yawned, leaning his head against Stephen’s shoulder. He smiled sleepily as Stephen wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, completely lost in the love in Stephen’s eyes and the background humming of an elevator’s inner workings. He probably could have fallen asleep then and there. It had been a long week, and Stephen and Anthony both were exhausted. The past few days had been a busy, hazy blur, and the weekend’s beginning would probably be the same.

“One day soon,” Anthony said, rolling his eyes as he yawned again, “We should honestly do nothing and sleep, or try to sleep.”

As much as he agreed, Stephen couldn’t (read: he didn’t try to) stop himself from teasing Anthony about what he’d said. “Who are you and what have you done with my ‘I can function on less than four hours of sleep’ hot mess of a boyfriend?”

Anthony exaggerated a swoon. “Aww, you think I’m hot?”

Bruce rolled his eyes from where he stood a short distance away. “I’m trying to listen to Hope talk about her plans for this Sunday, if you don’t mind keeping the flirting to yourselves.”

“It’s not complicated, we’re just going for dinner and a little walk around town,” Hope said. “I think I’m going to get Chrissy some roses too. What are you and Thor doing?”

“He told me has a surprised planned, and it’s on a need-to-know basis,” Bruce replied. “Which is such a Thor thing to say, even though he knows he can’t keep secrets very well. Do either of you know what he’s up to?”

“Brucie I don’t even know what you’re talking about, and I don’t think I’ve seen Thor all week,” Anthony mumbled. “What’s he doing?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Bruce said. “What are you two doing Sunday?”

“That might be a good day to catch up on sleep,” Stephen suggested, his answer more directed at Anthony.

Anthony nodded appreciatively. “Yes, yes yes yes. That’s the best idea you’ve had in awhile.”

“Fuck you, I have a ton of good ideas!” Stephen retorted.

“Fuck me yourself!” Despite the teasing tone in his words, Anthony was the picture of innocence as he snuggled closer to Stephen.

“Idiot,” Stephen murmured, kissing the top of his head.

The elevator came to a stop, the hallway surprisingly quiet as the doors opened.

“What kind of roses are you going to get?” Bruce asked Hope. “I mean it’s really none of my business, but I’m curious.”

“Probably pink?” Hope replied, the blush on her face matching the uncertainty in her voice. “She won’t admit it, but I know pink is Christine’s favorite color. Am I right about that Stephen?”

“You are, but also you know her birthday is in May right?” Stephen asked. “It’s only February.”

“No shit Sherlock. Sunday is the fourteenth, and I’m talking about Valentine’s Day flowers,” Hope said.

“Sunday is Valentine’s Day?” Anthony asked, still a bit out of it as Stephen opened the suite’s door.

“Did you forget? You, the most extra person in our entire friend group when it comes to any kind of affectionate gestures, forgot that Sunday is Valentine’s Day?” Bruce replied.

Anthony couldn’t measure how shocked his friend was, not when Bruce was as soft-spoken as always, but for some reason his question still kind of stung. “I didn’t forget, it’s been a long week and I just didn’t put two and two together.”

“What’s the problem?” Christine asked, standing up to hug Hope.

“Ant forgot that Sunday is Valentine’s Day,” Bruce said.

“I literally just told you that that’s not what happened,” Anthony muttered, increasingly annoyed with the conversation. “To be honest with you I don’t really like Valentine’s Day, so I haven’t been thinking about it.”

“You don’t— what?! You’re the perfect boyfriend, there’s no way you hate Valentine’s Day.” Now Anthony could tell that Bruce was shocked.

“He is the perfect boyfriend, and neither of us really care for Valentine’s Day,” Stephen said. He could tell that Anthony wanted to say something but was too taken aback. “There’s no relationship between who Anthony is as a partner and the way he feels about a date on a calendar.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you there, I guess I’m just surprised and I worded that incorrectly. I’m sorry Tony,” Bruce said.

Anthony shrugged and sat in the living room where Christine was moments before. “It’s fine. I don’t like the implication that I’m hearing, that just because I hate the holiday means I’m not going to do something for Stephen, but you may not have meant that.”

“I was curious if he’d be upset by that,” Bruce admitted.

“No need to talk about me like I’m not here, and no I wouldn’t be. I’m indifferent about the date and I wouldn’t expect performative affection knowing how Anthony feels about it. There’s no reason for anyone to make themself upset, stressed, or anxious because they do or don’t want to do something for their partner, and that goes beyond February 14th.” Stephen’s tone was firm, clearly indicating that he wanted the conversation to be over. He joined Anthony on the couch, laying down and resting his head on his lap.

“Don’t… no more details,” Anthony whispered.

Stephen nodded immediately. “I’m sorry.”

Anthony yawned again, taking one of Stephen’s hands as Christine and Hope walked back into the living room.

“I left my seat for less than 10 minutes,” Christine muttered.

“Ant and I were going to go to my room, so I guess it’s your lucky day,” Stephen teased.

“It’s just your audacity for me, we’ve been suitemates for two years and you can’t help yourself from stealing my spot whenever I leave the room?” Christine played along. “I’m going to tell Pepper and Wong when they get back.”

“We’re here, what happened?” Pepper was mentally preparing to roll her eyes.

“Stephen and Ant stole my spot in front of the TV again,” Christine pretended to whine.

“Oh, the horror! The humanity!” Wong quipped.

“And also apparently Ant doesn’t like Valentine’s Day, which makes no sense to me,” Bruce added.

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Just let it go Bruce!” 

An uncomfortable feeling like a humid room on a not-quite rainy day settled over the room. Bruce and Anthony both looked sheepish, hastily apologizing and letting the conversation blanket the room like a stratus cloud.

++++

They’d been quiet for the better part of an hour, focused intently and not at all on an episode of The Great British Baking Show. Anthony told Stephen in no uncertain terms that he was angry (“my blood is fucking boiling”) when they first closed the door to Stephen’s room, but had said little else since then. He’d retreated, both into the mess of thoughts taking over his mind and the comfort of Stephen’s hug. Stephen honestly didn’t expect Anthony to say anything again until he’d talked himself down or worked himself up.

It was three episodes later when Anthony spoke up.

“I shouldn’t have gotten that angry in front of the others,” he rasped. “They don’t know why I’m this upset at some simple questions, I just seem like a defensive asshole.”

“You’ve every right to be defensive. Even if I take everything I know about why you’re upset and put it aside for a minute, you reacted exactly like anyone who’s ever gotten annoyed at a friend for trying to find humor in your opinions and at your expense,” Stephen replied. “And because I know more of the context for how you’re feeling, I think Bruce just rubbed salt in a healing wound without realizing it.”

“I’ll apologize to him again later. I really feel bad for snapping, I’m no better than Howard and no better than my ex,” Anthony muttered.

“No Anthony that’s not true,” Stephen said firmly. “Neither of them, neither he nor Howard, would have the decency to feel remorseful or apologetic. Neither of them would even think about apologizing or checking up on everyone involved in the argument or situation. You're a good person and much better than you give yourself credit for, so don’t try comparing a golden apple to two that are rotten from the inside out. You’re human and definitely not the first person to be rightfully annoyed or angry with their friends.”

“I owe all of them an explanation,” Anthony mumbled. “About my ex.”

“If you want to tell the group, I support you. But you don’t owe anyone anything, and you don’t have to tell them now,” Stephen said. “You’ll only hurt yourself if you tell them before you’re ready, and you might not be yet.”

“I feel like I should, since it is almost Valentine’s Day and the timing is convenient. It’d be as easy as going to the living room and telling them ‘hey I’ve never really cared about Valentine’s Day but in recent years I’ve grown to hate it because it reminds me of an unhealthy relationship I was in,’ but I can’t say it,” Anthony replied. “I broke up with him three years ago, I should be able to talk about it.”

“If something was painful, then it was painful and you heal at your own pace. There’s no pressure to talk about it, not even to me if you don’t want to. I love you, and I’m here for you no matter what.”

“I love you too. I don’t think I deserve you.”

“Oh hush,” Stephen murmured. “Not only have you got that backwards, you’re just plain wrong.”

“I’m never wrong, thank you very much,” Anthony teased. He shifted enough to place featherlight kisses all over Stephen’s face, smiling when Stephen pulled him in for a long, sweet kiss on the lips. He rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder again when they broke apart, reaching up to play with his hair. “Do you want to do anything for Valentine’s Day though?”

“Besides catching up on sleep?” Stephen asked.

Anthony nodded.

Stephen’s response was immediate and came with the little scoff of indifference. “No. This week has been draining and I want to spend some time with you, that’s all.”

“That’s what I want too, but we can do whatever. I want to make you happy,” Anthony said.

“You do and you will just by being yourself,” Stephen whispered, kissing his hair. “Here’s my idea: we should definitely catch up on sleep, then we can spend the day lounging and eating candy, watching the worst rom coms we can find, and throwing popcorn at my laptop every time a character does or says something cliche. What do you think?”

“Everyday you do or say one thing at least that makes me fall more in love with you, and among other things today it was that idea you just came up with,” Anthony replied. “But if I see a single Lifetime channel movie about people falling in love with their dentist, having a meet-cute at a dentist’s office, or anything even remotely like that, I will not watch it. I don’t want to remember a plot of a movie like that while I’m waiting to get my wisdom teeth pulled next week!”

tags: @stark-strange-love2 @taruyison @kitkatfat15 @katninjagirl97 @spookywizardboy @ironstrange-chaos @chocopiggy @majesticnerdynerd @maya-custodios-dionach @thespacecryptid 

[thiscrimsonsoul]

Omg I LOVE your take on WestView!Avengers, Thor getting electrocuted constantly is genius xD I was having so much fun 'til Clint and then I got SO SAD. This being said, how would other MCU ppl fit into WestView? Dr Strange, Bucky, Sam, the GOTG, Ant-Man, Spider-Man... So many I know, you don't have to write them all xP But this would be so cool to watch! I'm really curious if Wanda would give Rocket and Groot human forms or they remain a raccoon/tree. WestView is like an actual AU in canon.

{out of paparikash} This refers to this post here. Thank you! I’m not as familiar with the GotG characters, but I can do Rocket and Groot. And I don’t really know Antman, but I can try to do some of the others...

Dr. Strange... is a medical doctor, with perfectly functional hands, but who seems to always have surprisingly effective and unconventional methods of healing and treating wounds and illnesses. Wanda has commented many times that his remedies work so well, they almost seem like magic! He’s got kindof a White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland thing going on, as he is always concerned with time.

Bucky... is always a war veteran, but instead of being idolized and overblown into an unrealistic figurehead or forgotten as a traumatized assassin, he’s a well-respected and accepted member of the community that citizens are more than willing to help and support. Vision is active in a club that raises money to assist veterans. He has both his arms but wears a brace on his left one. The boys love having staring contests with him, but they always lose due to giggling.

Sam... is a falconer working with the circus, but somehow his birds always seem to find their way onto Wanda and Vision’s lawn or even into their house. Because of this, they’ve talked many times and have come to see him as a friend. Wanda invites him over to show the boys his birds, but then immediately regrets it when they want falcons of their own. He’s considering staying in Westview when the circus leaves and is looking into becoming part of the town watch.

Peter Parker... is Wanda and Vision’s neighbor, and kindof an anti-Dennis-the-Menace figure. Instead of being annoying to the couple and getting into trouble, he always seems to fix things and show up at just the right times. Someone knocks something over? He’s got great reflexes and catches it just in time. Someone needs help getting a cat out of a tree? He’s a great climber, no problem. He’s super helpful and very polite.

Rocket... is a regular raccoon in body, unfortunately... but... he can talk! The boys have told Wanda and Vision this on many occasions, but they never believe them. For some reason only children can understand what he says... which seems to frustrate him on occasion, but always comically so. He struck up a pretty solid albeit brief friendship with Sparky, and Wanda was very surprised to find that the spirited raccoon who loves in her yard bit her neighbor Agnes shortly after Sparky went missing...

Groot... is himself, and a part of Wanda’s garden who for some reason everyone thinks is completely normal. She waters him, talks to him, but can’t understand anything he says. Groot seems happy enough, even growing flowers with Wanda’s attentive care of him. For those of you who are old like me, he kindof reminds me of the mushroom, Galwyn, from Troll (1986), just always kindof there in the background, adorable, smiling, and cooing happily, like a sidekick {x,x}.