#bruce is a phenomenal liar

[frownyalfred]

I love that identity reveals between Jim Gordon and Bruce in fic almost always go the same way. Bruce goes "How did you know? Was it my acting?" and nine times out of ten Jim says something along the lines of "No, your acting was phenomenal. You gave yourself away by caring too much, Mr. Wayne."

Because the billionaire playboy cover was perfect and damn near airtight until one Bruce Wayne leapt in front of someone else during a holdup at a gala and "accidentally" got shot. No self-involved airhead with that much money riding on his life would ever -- ever -- let himself think of someone else in that moment.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Batman had Danny by his leg. More specifically he was hanging Danny upside-down 40 stories in the air via said leg.

Okay. So Danny maaay have stolen some tech from a lab. Okay, a lot of tech. But Batman thought he was a witness or an accomplice! Not the perpetrator themselves! Does he do this to all his witnesses?

Appearently Danny said that last part out loud and his sass was unappreciated, hence Batman letting go. Unfortunately for both of them Danny didn't want to fall and he instinctually stayed there floating perfectly still in mid air.

Danny may be a terrible liar, but he was a phenomenal actor, especially when he's feeling spiteful. Alright, he thought random bullshit GO! Before Batman could comment, our little menace gave Batman a scandalized look, "You're a meta?!"

"No." The bats scowled even harder than before "Your abilities may have manifested just now."

Oh ho ho, Danny wasn't going to let him get away that easy. "My parents would have killed me if I had the meta gene. I know. They checked." That one wasn't exactly a lie. His parents would have seen any superpowers as confirmation that he or Jazz were ghosts and then it was game over and they did check thier DNA for something a lot when they were younger...huh. Thoughts for later than.

"How do you know you haven't gotten mutated by any of the stuff you deal with? Besides if they were my powers then I wouldn't still be hanging upside down."

Bats grunted in acknowledgment and just stared at him for a few seconds, which was uncomfortable. Lucky for him one of the other bats landed near Batman on the rooftop and asked about the situation. Danny didn't hesitate, "Batmans a meta! I'm stuck!"

"I am not"

"Are too!" Danny quipped back. He sounded kinda childish but he didn't particularly care at the moment. More bats came after the second one spilled the beans on some 'com' thing. They mostly mocked Batman and asked if he was okay, which he was but he would like to be let down please.

Eventually someone called 'Red Hood' showed up and was really really mad that Batman had threatened a kid.

There were fireworks after that. The kind that belonged on a soap opera and Danny wished he had popcorn for it. Unfortunately he was stuck disrespecting physics for the time being.

Or was he? The big bad bats attention wasn't on him at the moment now would be a good time to ru-

Danny screamed, genuinely startled at the sudden free fall. He heard multiple people swear and grappling hooks fire. The next thing he knew he was shaking while holding onto someone for dear life. It had been almost a full year since the accident and yet he still lost control of his powers sometimes when distracted.

Luckily Red Hood is super cool.

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Aka Danny gaslight Batman into thinking he has superpowers he can't control.

Red Hood is mad Bruce threatened a child.

[thepeacetea]

Broken Angels Ch.3

Hi guys! Wow, i cant believe I’m on chapter 3 already! Thank you all for soooo much for all your likes, comments, and reblogs. Your support has been phenomenal! I really couldn’t have done it without you guys.  I am really happy you all like the story! I just want to do a quick shout out to @particularlygeeky for encouraging me to post this. Anyway i tried to tag everyone who asked and if I missed you I am really sorry. Just send me a message and l’ll get you the next chapter. Again, if you have any questions, comments or suggestions, let me know. Anyway, hope ya’ll enjoy! Peace!

“What’s got you into such a bad mood?”

The Wayne family were, for once, all home relaxing in one of the sitting rooms. Bruce, Dick, and Tim were discussing some aspect of Wayne Enterprises, Jason was channel surfing, while Damian had sunk into the couch with an irritated frown etched on his face. They had all noticed the change in the youngest but had refrained from asking earlier, but everyone was curious as to what had happened. No one was surprised when Jason had asked the question. Turning his glare at Jason did nothing to the older boy, all it did was make him raise a brow, waiting for an answer.

“Today was an annoyance.”

“Ha, when isn’t a day an annoyance to you? Naw, something else happened that ticked you off more normal.” Jason stated, popping a handful of candy into his mouth.

Damian would never understand how someone who acted so tough and violent could eat anything that colourful and full of sugar. Jason had been like that for as long as he had known him, and according to Dick, even longer.

“So, what happened?” Jason prodded again, grabbing another handful of candy.

Growling , Damian’s mind returned to early that day.

He was running late. He was never late. But there had to be an accident at the main intersection that backed up traffic, causing him to have to take a rather lengthy detour. Racing through the halls, he made it through the door just as the bell rang. The teacher, Mr. Spinale wasn’t there yet, which Damian thanked whatever god was out there. But that didn’t mean the rest of the class didn’t notice.

“I never thought I would live to see the day that the Damian Wayne would be late!” Claude shouted, shooting up from his seat.

Claude was . . . interesting. He was a loud mouth boy, who, no matter how blatantly Damian had ignored or told him off, kept coming back to tease him. By all fronts, Claude was a very likable person and had multiple friends. But he seemed to enjoy courting danger if his hobby of riling up the Ice Prince was any indication.

“And here I thought you were incapable of arriving before the bell rings.” Damian shot back, taking his seat. A series of ‘ooohhhs’ followed as Claude just laughed it off.

Before the anyone could say anything else, Mr. Spinale came in followed by fifteen other people, fourteen of them students. They were all chatting in French, but they all seemed to be enraptured by a story one of the girls was telling. Subconsciously, Damian’s mind assessed them and labeled them all as non-threats.

“Class, as you all should know, our school is hosting an exchange program with multiple international schools. Each school sent a class to represent them for three month.” Mr. Spinale stated. Damian could vaguely remember it being announced. It had been a contest or something with the best schools of other countries or something like that. Damian had never payed attention to it. “These students represent Collège Françoise Dupont of Paris, France. I expect you All to make them feel welcome” He instructed the class, casting Damian a meaningful look before turning to the exchange class. For a second, Damian saw confusion flash through Mr. Spinale’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Ms. Bustier. I was informed there was fifteen students. There’s only fourteen here.”

It was slight, but Damian caught the shift in the new class. They all looked as if they had tasted something bitter. The rest of his classmates didn’t seem to notice it, not that they noticed anything, but their reaction to the mention of said missing classmate intrigued him. Usually, a class would be worried if one of their own were missing. Or at least that’s what he had been told.

“We do, but the last one, Marinette, was sick today, so we left her at the hotel. But she should be here tomorrow or the day after.” The red headed teacher, Bustier, said. She had on a cheerful smile that didn’t sit right with Damian. As if she hiding something, or at the very lest wasn’t telling the whole truth.

Apparently Mr. Spinale felt the same way if the near unnoticeable narrowing of his eyes were any indication, but he just nodded once before directing the new students to sit down. It was no surprise to Damian when they grouped together, nor when a small argument broke out over who would sit with story girl.

As classes wore on, Damian watch in mild amusement as the two classes tried to interact. Key word was tried. Majority of the new class knew only basic English, while his classmates were mediocre in French. He ignored all attempts of conversation from the exchange class, sending them away with a bored glare or by immersing himself in a book. But while he didn’t talk with them, he did take the time to study them. Most of them were nothing special, nothing he would concern himself with, with the exception of one student. The one who had been the center of attention when they came in. The one who appeared to be everyone’s favorite. He quickly learned she was Italian, and a compulsive liar, if you could call her stories such. He listened as she fed her classmates story after story with so many names being dropped that he was honestly shocked that they believed them. No one, and he means no one who was anyone, would ever drop as many names as this girl was. In all honesty, he was disgusted at the sight.

Another thing he noticed was that the girl, was that she seemed hellbent on cozying up and charming anyone she deemed important or could possibly be influential in the class. So when she set her sights on him, Damian knew what he could expect. With what she thought to be an attractive sway on her hips, she sauntered up to him. Latching onto his arm, she introduced herself as Lila and began to spew a horrible lie of knowing the Wayne family, his family, and had the audacity to say that she was an honorary member of the family, practically being adopted by the boys themselves. So Damian did what he did best.

“I don’t care who you are, or who you think you know. But if you don’t remove yourself from my arm and my vicinity, then you’ll have a lot more to worry about then what rip-off brand you’ll be wearing tomorrow. Besides,” Damian said, barely casting a glance in her direction. “I don’t affiliated myself with someone as . . . tacky as yourself.” A slight sneer made its way to his face as he forcefully removed his arm from her grasp.

He had spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Majority of the students who knew him simple shrugged before returning to their previous occupations. Some gave the girl pitying looks, but it wasn’t a new occurrence. They had lost count of how many girls had tried to cozy up with the Ice Prince only to end up burnt.

 For five, long seconds, Lila did nothing. It was as his words had frozen her. In that time, Damian watched as a flurry of emotions flash though her olive green eyes, eyes that reminded him of a snake. Shock, embarrassment, anger, confusion, where a few he could decipher before they settled on anger.

Almost instantly, her whole face changed as tears sprang to life, hurrying down her face before she let out one of the fakest sobs Damian had ever heard. This seemed to spur her class out of their stupor and rushing to her side as the snake started spouting out more lies in French.

“Hey! Why did you say that? She was . . . trying to be nice!” A dark, bi-spectacle redhead demanded, her thick French accent made her broken English harder to understand.

“Then she should learn about personal space.” With that final piece of advice, Damian grabbed his bag and strode out of the room, an aggravated scowl etching its way on his face for the rest of the day.

The rest of the day proceeded in the same fashion. The next three months were going to be very, very long.

“She actually said that!”

Damian shot Jason a glare that promised painful retaliation as said brother laughed. His other brothers where no help as they tried, miserably, to hid their amusement. Bruce was just shaking his head at the boys antics. Alfred had the smallest smile playing on his face, one that if you looked to long made you question if it was there at all.

“I hate you all.” Damian muttered, glaring at the lot of them

“I’m sorry, it’s just. Wow. I almost wish I could see that for myself, and I am all out of candy. I’ll be right back.” Jason said, jumping off the couch and disappearing around the corner.

“How does he eat so much of that stuff?”

“We have no idea. Oh, turn on the news. They’re suppose to cover that crash at the intersection.” Tim said.

“ . . .  As many of you know, the intersection on Main and Boulevard was closed this morning due to what could have been, a fatal collision. At 8:15 this morning, a young girl was near struck by a speeding Toyota Tundra. If it wasn’t for the quick thinking of Police Commissioner James Gordon, it would have been a fatal collision. We have had dozens of videos submitted showing before, during, and after the near incident.”

The image was then cut to a shaky video taken from a phone, show Commissioner Gordon bolting for a very tiny girl who was frozen in the path of the oncoming truck. The video showed Gordon tackling the girl. The view fell to the ground as the cameraman ran out into the street, catching Gordon yelling at the crowd while barking orders into his comm. It showed the girl had launched herself at Gordon with a heart wrenching cry. Gordon’s shocked face as he held the breaking girl, stroking her hair in a effort to calm her.

“As you can see, the civilian wasn’t injured in the crash, but some other footage showed something interesting.”

Another video appeared. This time, the sound was muffled but the footage was clear. It showed Gordon still holding the girl as someone was talking to her. As she turned her head, the camera caught a full view of her face. The frame froze, giving viewer a clear picture of her wide eyes dilated with panic, the swollen right side of her face, with a hand print displayed for all to see.

The sound of glass shattering snapped the entire family’s attention away from the news as the anchorman continued to talk. Their eyes landed on Jason, who stood frozen in the doorway, shattered glass mixed with candy lay scattered around him. Damian was about to snap at him when he saw the look on his brother’s face. Complete, utter shock and fear was etched on Jason’s face.

“Nettie?”

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[amateurwordbender]

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send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

here’s a very rough bit of a fic that I started writing for the Gotham tv show forever ago (and then tried to continue like seven months ago and now have accepted I will never post):

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Selina whirls around with a scowl when she feels a hand on her shoulder. Very few people can sneak up on her, and it isn’t hard to guess who it might be. Her scowl deepens when her suspicions are confirmed.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce has one eyebrow raised as he looks down at her. Sometimes she really hates puberty. And growth spurts.

“I’m… working.”

He tilts his head. “Working. You’re saying Barbara and Tabitha sent you to a fundraising function for a history museum.”

She lets out a huff of frustration, disguising it as blowing a curl out of her face. She’s a phenomenal liar, but for some reason her brain is grasping at straws right now, as it only ever does when she’s trying to lie to Bruce. It’s all his fault. “Fine, I’m…” The words grind out like sand through her teeth. “I’m looking for this guy that apparently knows a lot about ancient weaponry.”

A smile, infuriating and maddening at once, appears on Bruce’s face. She wants to shove him. “You’re looking for a way to fix the dagger, too.”

Selina rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t look so pleased with yourself. It’s just that you’ve been so damn obsessed with it, I thought I’d get a head start so you could stop moping. It’s been pathetic to watch.”

“Mm.”

[faakeid]

Can you recommend me some good tv shows or movies that get you hooked

Wow, I’m surprised to find a gem in my ask box, thank you for that anon~. I will separate the list by types of media (movie/TV series) so it can be easier to classify. 

And they will have different styles, so you can just look for something that fits your mood

TV Series

Sharp Objects: I love Amy Adams. She’s such a queen and the roles she gets are superb. This series is based on a book of the same name written by the author of Gone Girl. It’s about a journalist who has a lot of traumas and needs to go back to her hometown to report some murders that are happening there. The vibe of this series is really good. If you like mystery/suspense this is a good catch. Just has one season, so you can marathon it well (mystery/drama/suspense. TW to self harm).

Mindhunter: I really like serial killer stories and this is based in real life events. Basically it show how the perception we have now of serial killers started to exist, in terms of how now the police tries to understand the mind of the person. So we see a lot of real life serial killers portraited there and mixes of the main characters personal lives. I didn’t watch the second season yet, but the first one got me hooked well. It’s not fightening, but it may describe some unsettling scenes, so if you are sensitive just ignore this one;

100 Days of My Prince: I’m just enjoying the opportunity to mention this drama and I know I’m cheating but idc. I don’t care much about kdramas and I’m not recommending this just because Kyungsoo is in it. Far from it. I’m doing it because I started watching it at 2 pm and finished at 11 pm of the same day (with my hack techniques but ok) bc I just couldn’t stop. Loved the Woon Deuk/ Lee Yeol and Hongshim, the side characters, the villains, the plot. I admit the last episode was weak compared with the rest but not enough to not recommend this and want to watch it again. (mystery/romance/drama)

Dark: OMG THIS IS PERFECT. AMAZING. NO WORDS. If you love time traveling and just stuff that will mindfuck your brain, GIVE IT A CHANCE. I was traveling at the time I started to watch this masterpiece and I gave up many opportunities of sightseeing to watch the two seasons. Yes, it’s that good (mystery/time travel/mind fuck).

The Perfectionist: I’m recommending this more for the Pretty Little Liars nostalgia than because of it’s quality and because I got hooked by it. There’s also the book, but the series makes a link with PLL when they put Alison DiLaurentis as a main character. There’s some references, mystery, some romance too. A similar formula. But you can give it a try, it makes no harm (suspense/mystery/romance/drama/teen);

Banana Fish (ANIME): ok, I know it’s an anime but it has 24 episodes and a good story. It was designed by the same studio that did Yuuri on Ice and you can see the similarities on the drawing style. The characters are catchy, the plot instigates you to keep watching the next until the end. The second half of it didn’t please me TOO much, but it’s still really good. It mentions some heavy themes like minor prostitution, but I like the way this subject is shown. (action/mafia/drama).

MOVIES

Joker: because WHY NOT. This movie is just too good. Period. Could feel how raw Joaquin Phoenix was during his interpretation, the themes spoken without being sappy, the catharsis. Phenomenal even if you don’t like super hero movies. This isn’t even a super hero movie but ok.

Doukyuusei: it’s so sweet, so pure, it makes me want to fall in love every time. It’s an anime beautiful portraited and just beautiful, tender, soft. I recommend reading the manga that fills out a few blanks the movie has tho (anime/romance/”yaoi”).

The Lobster:  Really good. It’s a dystopic romance, which discuss about it and the lack of it. The messages it has touched my heart tenderly, it can be raw but beautifully raw. Loved it (drama/romance/dystopic);

Get Out: watched three times and it gives you an uncomfortable feeling you know? Of knowing that something will happen, something is wrong and nothing is right. Loved the acting and the way the tension is built (suspense/terror [sort of]);

Batman Begins: that will be the last superhero movie I recommend. I know everyone LOVES dark knight and I like it too, sort of. But everyone seems to sleep on Batman Begins???? Unacceptable. The atmosphere, how they built Bruce Wayne/Batman duality, Gothan being like a living being. It marked me more than the dark knight and you can see it became an inspiration to other movies that came after that (action/super hero).

Donnie Darko: one of my favorite movies of all time. Donnie is weird, but I think everyone can see a bit of themselves on him. The soundtrack is amazing, right gold from the 80s (weird/paralel universes).

American Psycho: a rich mothefucker is surrounded by other rich mothefuckers who compete between themselves to see who’s richer. What could go wrong? A classic and still have messages for us today without being whiny and political correct (terror/slasher/crazy shit).

Moulin Rouge: the last one because I want to give other options and this is an amazing musical/romance story. Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman make such a couple here it warms and hurts my soul every time. 

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, donnacraistalyn

August 18-Jemma Simmons/Tony Stark/Grant Ward, something smutty & fluffy & cracky, maybe with “At least you’ll die doing what you love; Walking into danger.” or “As the most amazing person in the room, I’ll gladly accept that.” for @donnacraistalyn

Written by @thestarfishdancer

“My boyfriend wants to sleep with you.” 

Jemma looks up from the champagne she’s been nursing at Stark’s fundraiser – to which the whole of the rebuilt SHIELD had been invited - to glare at none other than Grant Ward.

“Is that a threat?” she snaps at him. “Because I assure you that even though you somehow managed to survive Hive and come back from deep space with a billionaire Avenger boyfriend, I have enough friends in this room who would not take kindly to that.”

“Then at least I’d die doing what I love... fighting suits who wish they were as good as me,” Ward says blithely, and she wants to kick him. “But no, not a threat. Consider it… an invitation, as it were.”

“An invitation,” she says incredulously.

“Yes.”

“To sleep with your boyfriend.”

“Yes,” he grins at her, crowding her slightly from behind, his voice soft close to her ear, in a way she might find terribly attractive in their bus days, before she knew he was the pillock he is.  “Is it so hard to believe? That my boyfriend wants to sleep with you?”

“No,” she replies bluntly. “I’m an attractive, intelligent woman, and as a number of lucky cadets at the Academy could tell you, phenomenal in the sack. A good number of people want to sleep with me. What is quite hard to believe, rather, is you suggesting I do so.”

“Why?” Ward says, plucking the empty flute from her hand and replacing it with a full one – and when had she emptied it, she wonders - his fingers brushing over hers. “I know your attracted to him. I’m certain that hasn’t changed from when we were a team, and you and Skye – that is, Daisy – were going over which superheroes would be on your ‘list’.”

She takes a sip, followed by a larger pull of her drink when that doesn’t prove enough, then spins to face him, only refraining from shoving him because she has a feeling making a scene here would result in another stupid teammate versus teammate civil war. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, Ward,” she hisses, ready to storm off and find less manipulative company. She’s heard Dr. Foster was on the guest list; perhaps the astrophysicist has made it out of the lab by now. “Pretending at making overtures for the man you claim to love –“

“I’m not playing at anything,” Ward says, throwing her those sad puppy eyes she’s still had a hard time not being pulled in by, traitorous history between them aside. “Tony wants you, and I want Tony to get what he wants. Tony enjoys the company of men and women. I enjoy the company of men and women. Sometimes we enjoy that company together.”

He glances at Stark, chatting with Pepper Potts and Bruce Banner, catching their eyes, and Jemma raises her eyebrows when both blush.

“But, since you and I are not on the best terms…”

“You do have a gift for understatement.”

“C’mon. You know that curious mind of yours won’t settle for less than at least finding out if I’m lying to you,” he says, hooking her arm through his, and she finds herself letting him lead her out of the ballroom, into the hallway.”

“This better not be sort of ploy to get revenge for the splinter bomb,” she says.

“If it was,” he smirks down at her, “at least you’ll do what you love: walking into danger.”

“I do not love walking into danger!” she squawks, offended, as he guides her into a private elevator, pressing a button she has a sneaking suspicion would work only for a select few thanks to the advanced AI.

“Joined a field team without passing the test, jumped out of a plane 30,000 feet up, did a stint undercover in Hydra,” he lists, an amused grin on his lips. “Could have fooled me.”

She moves to glare a him, but then the elevators open to what might be the most sensually designed room that might exist. It’s certainly the most elegantly-appointed boudoir she’s ever been in, from the enormous bed to the other furniture she can only assume was designed with pleasure in mind.

“FRIDAY,” Ward says as Jemma walks slowly into the room, running her hand over the silk bedspread, the mahogany bedposts, and the leather-padded headboard. “Please let Tony know there’s a surprise for him in the playroom.”

The man in question arrives not long after the message is deliver, music queuing as he steps in, the erotic charge in the room rising.

“FRIDAY, stop,” he says, and if it weren’t for the surprised look on Ward’s face, Jemma might have murdered him on the spot. As much as a traitorous wanker as she thinks he is, her humiliation clearly wasn’t on the table.

“Babe?” Ward says, clearly at a loss as the music cuts abruptly.

Stark strides toward her, taking her hands in his, raising on to her lips and dropping a kiss on the back of it. “Not that I’m not very tempted – very, believe me. But no. It was a good thought, love,” he turns to Ward at that, “but I’m only interested in sharing with you. And that’s not on the table, so… no.”

“I don’t mind. I just want you to have what you want, and you want her, and she wants you. And if the rumors around the science cadets have any merit to them, you’ll both have a very, very good time.”

“More’s the pity,” Stark says, somehow managing to look sad and lustful at once. “But not without you, my love.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” Jemma says, exasperated with standing awkwardly as they both make pleading eyes at each other. She spins away from Stark to face Ward, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to yank him down. “If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.”

Then she’s pushing herself up on her toes so she can kiss him. Thoroughly.

“The same goes for you,” she says, breathless, as she turns to Stark, then stepping in to kiss him.  Then his hands are finding their way around her to reach the zipper at her spine, drawing it down, down, down until her little black dress is pooling on the floor, the clasp of her bra undone. Stark slides it down her arms and tosses it somewhere, then he’s palming her breasts and nudging her legs apart with his knees. She has no time to think about the chill of the air at her back before Ward is behind her, his lips on a spot on her neck that he has no business knowing sends her stomach clenching with pure wants as one hand finds its way into her knickers.

Then its lips and hands and tongues and cocks, oh god, cocks, touching her, teasing her, driving her to orgasm after glorious orgasm until she completely loses track of, well, everything.

She wakes up, some hours later, in the bed they’d eventually stumbled to after making use of some very interesting use of physics as well as some of that fun furniture the night before. She’s the littlest spoon, thankfully, with Starks hand loosely draped around her belly and one of Ward’s arms thrown over his boyfriend to land on her hip. Easy enough to extract herself without waking her bed partners.

That is, if said bed partners were not a trained spy and a man whose probably-PTSD has left him hypervigilant.

“You don’t want to stay for breakfast,” Stark actually pouts at her as she pulls her dress off a dresser whose drawers she suspects are full of toys they never got around to last night and over her head, her bra having been found fortunately at the foot of the bed. Her knickers are nowhere to be found, and she has a sneaking suspicion that’s on purpose, though she isn’t sure which of them she can blame it one.

“Tony is very good for breakfast,” Ward leers up at her, even as his hands begin to run patterns on his boyfriend’s chest around the arc reactor. The matching smirks on their faces make for no mistaking that the double-entendre is intended.

“This,” she says as she gives up on her search for the scrap of black lace that is as good as good, grabs her purse and slides into her heels, “is never going to happen again.”

She’s a much better liar than she used to be, after Hydra, but if the knowing looks Stark and Ward exchange are any indication, she’s not fooling anyone.

No one, she must admit as she backs into the elevator, not even herself.

[thisissirius]

so i saw endgame. spoilers below obviously.

so anybody that knows me, knows that tony stark is hugely important to me. i started reading iron man comics that i stole from my brother at the age of 8, and he has been my favourite ever since. bucky barnes is like right up there, but tony stark always has the edge. 

going in, i was terrified of what might happen thinking rdj is the end, right? it’s obvious he’s gonna leave somehow but that does not in any way prepare you for what’s gonna come. i am at a loss tbh. i haven’t even tried to put my feelings into thoughts because it’s genuinely heartbreaking. i was sobbing in the cinema and had tickets for this morning which i had to cancel because i could not put myself through that again so soon. 

sure, it’s in the last part of the movie but jesus, it hurts.

natasha. what an awful, awful, AWFUL way for her to die. the fact that it was her and not clint will always fuck me off tbh. she deserved better and she deserved to keep her family. IT WASN’T EVEN A SACRIFICE. it was an accident. 

i don’t .... i cannot put into words how devastated i am that the two characters i lost are tony and natasha. it’s heartbreaking.

that said, the movie itself was great but full of gaping issues lmao. 

the time shit just doesn’t work. whatever explanation they give, the past becoming the future, the future being present blah blah doesn’t work when you have characters changing KEY EVENTS and things still progress as normal? S U R E.

don’t get me started on the idiocy that was steve going back in time to spend ~forever with peggy. i’ve seen people argue both sides; it works! somebody would notice peggy married to steve! to me, it’s just a lazy way to get him out of commission for the hand over of the shield.

the worst thing is, it CANT MAKE SENSE and everything work out the same way. it just cant, no matter what shitty reason they give.

returning the stones? dumb as rocks. how you GONNA RETURN THE SOUL STONE? the 70s? no big deal, just walk back into the bunker and pretend i know what im doing. the scepter? the time stone? the REALITY STONE? steve rogers just walking onto asgard and putting the ether back in jane? jshajf IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE and they were just like HERE HAVE OLD STEVE AND FORGET THAT WE DIDNT EXPLAIN SHIT ABOUT HOW HE WAS GONNA RETURN THE STONES BYE

a l so the whole howard stark and tony MESS just upset me. i get it, we want redemption for howard because apparently the russos love him or disney was like “make him great! tony’s a father! let’s have some emotions!” but howard stark is a shitty father at best, abusive at worst and i HATE IT. get out of here with that shit. 

PEGGY WAS AMAZING AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE JARVIS FROM AGENT CARTER BECAUSE Y E S

that said, a MESS EVERYWHERE TBH

ugh. 

PROFESSOR HULK. i’m... in two minds. I LOVED IT and i know the bff did lol, but it’s also super weird to me BUT IM SURE I’LL GET USED TO IT BRUCE WAS GREAT THIS EPISODE and him getting to undo the snap was PERFECT

clint’s journey was pretty much wasted, i hated the whole nebula killing nebula and there being no repercussions from that? thanos was just .... didnt make sense idek, i forgot how much i hated his reasoning in iw and it wasn’t helped in eg, and then i had to deal with him being like “lol im gonna sit here and let you come to me and it’s clear my message is correct and dlkjhdja no”

thor’s journey distressed me in so many ways. it was played for laughs so many times and just generally hurt my soul. it should have been handled better. when the only person doing the right thing with thor is rocket the fucking raccoon? we got problems. 

DONT GET ME WRONG THERE WERE SOME EPIC MOMENTS

steve wielding mjolnir will forever be my favourite thing. with that, STEVE AND TONY AND THOR being the PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT trio in that end fight. YES THANKS. tony stark saving the universe twice over; once with the time loop and the second time with the gauntlet. pepper potts being perfect and awesome. she saved the universe, guys, with her convincing tony to go. never forget. AND IRON HEART YES THANKS. it was VISUALLY STUNNING and the fight scenes were great everyone got a great showing, tbh, and i love everyone carol was... actually well handled. i was concerned for a while how they would handle it, but she WORKS nebula was GREAT.  despite how annoyed i was at the treatment of women majorly in this movie, the scenes of ALL the women helping carol get through the army? AMAZING. i had chills and i’m pretty sure i said “im glad im a lesbian” because let me tell you, they are amazing and i love them

THE STONY/STEVETONY/SUPERHUSBANDS the steve and tony moments were PERFECT. their fight at the beginning, with too-thin tony and a devastated steve felt perfect and real. i don’t think i will ever recover from tony thrusting the arc reactor into steve’s hands, or him calling steve a liar, or steve’s own disbelief and sadness about what’s happened to them. 

i love their meeting when tony decides to help out, and the returning of the shield, and their interactions.

the fact that they get the same mission, and then have their little you trust me, i do moment and going undercover together in the 70s and lksjha.

THE ASS COMMENT are we worthy NOPE

i forever maintain that the ending should have been steve retiring and be like “nah” and instead, sticking around to be uncle steve to morgan, because i honestly believe that without peggy and natasha and tony? there’s not a whole lot left for him. but.

NOW BUCKY BARNES. i just... we didnt get a lot obvs, but what we did get was PERFECT. i loved that he KNEW steve wasn’t coming back, i love that he said goodbye in the only way the two of them COULD say goodbye, and i will forever love that moment between him and sam with bucky’s like whatever, of course you’re captain america, duh

(on that note, i had Feelings about sam consoling bucky at tony’s wedding? why does he need consoling? i have QUESTIONS and i’m probably gonna have to write out my feelings considering my winteriron feelings are growing.)

so in the end, i loved it as a whole, got my ship content, and the fight scenes were phenomenal.

but i lost natasha and my found family.

i lost tony stark, which is a much harder pill to swallow.