#i go back and forth on how i want to portray meg... but if you want to plot anything lmk - if not; i'm down to just see where this goes too

[fogsnatched]

If Meg were to try and count the things she's lost since first arriving to the fog... she'd be a counting for a very long time. Make no mistake about it - she's under no illusions as to how awful the Entity's realm is, and how damned she's been since the moment she first arrived. No hope, no escape, nothing to hold onto... at least, that's what any sane person would say.

But the one thing Meg refuses to lose is her spirit. A little spitfire - that's what they all called her when she was a kid, and now, that fire in her soul is the only thing she has left to prove that this place hasn't beaten her completely. She's still her. And although that 'her' may have changed so much that it's now almost unrecognizable... she can't give up on winning.

On escaping. Isn't that what it all comes down to? They've all shared their theories, exchanging those little scraps of hope around the campfire to keep themselves believing they might get out one day. The Entity isn't all-powerful - if it can grow stronger, it can grow weaker too. Just because they can't yet understand it doesn't mean it can't be understood. Whatever gets them through each trial - though maybe it's the fear of giving up that's the strongest motivator, in the end. What if a worse fate awaits them then...?

They all have to cling onto something, so Meg clings onto her pride. But it's not always enough. Consecutive losses have a way of breaking her spirit like nothing else does, and right now... she's been teetering on the edge of that borderline. So when she spots the familiar face of the Trapper, the crooked smile she gives... is just a little bit twisted.

"Perfect. I've been waiting too long to get my payback on you. Don't suppose you feel like giving up, and saving us the trouble?"

@exxecutioners ( starter! )

[definitelynotcesia]

41. let it rain

HELPLINE —kang taehyun smau ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

pairing: kang taehyun x reader ⊰⊹ฺ genre: fluff, angst, humor/slice of life ⊰⊹ฺ word count: 756 ⊰⊹ฺ chapter type: semi text ⊰⊹ฺ chapter warning: can get a little confusing(?)

GENERAL FOREWORD: I have no ill intention of romanticizing emotional manipulation. I aim to portray a story that will give awareness to these matters, as they are very much real and victims shouldn’t be labeled, judged, or stigmatized. Please know that I made a thorough research prior, along with everything that I learned as a psychology major, as I was conceptualizing the story so as to give a realistic point of view.

"im sorry", is what greeted you the moment you met eyes with yeonjun. he was leaning closer and whispering.

"sorry for what?" you whispered back even though you weren't sure what you were whispering for.

"for failing to protect you", he replied tilting his head towards taehyun who was laughing with beomgyu a few steps ahead of you.

you disregarded the subtle action he did earlier and decided to tease him, "am i getting assassinated or what?"

"no, but i would be glad to do so if you don't stop acting all sunny with me, y/n." as expected, yeonjun gave you an annoyed look as he moved away.

"geez calm down, grandpa!" you raised both your hands up as a sign of defeat while stifling a laugh.

"what is going on here?", meg interrupted when she noticed your hands raised and the creasing of yeonjun's forehead. "are you bullying my sunshine?" she asked as she snaked her arms around your waist.

"sunshine?", he scoffed. "corny ass nickname if i'm being honest."

you mirrored the annoyed look he gave you earlier. if he wasn't so out of your arm's reach, he would've received a punch too.

"touché", meg hummed to which yeonjun chuckled in approval.

"and i thought you're here to defend me!"

"i am!" meg exclaimed. "but you gotta admit though, sunshine is overrated. i'd rather have a whole weather forecast than just all sunny days. you gotta let it rain at times, y/n. heck bring on a storm!! that doesn't make you less beautiful, at all."

that was rather unprovoked.

you were about to tease meg for saying those, but as if in cue, kai did the honor.

"man, we need the bingsu as soon as possible. meg's sputtering quotable quotes now!", kai's shrill voice interrupted the group making those who were in walking front of you look back.

you just realized how everyone's just been chatting randomly as you walked towards the shop.

"lower your voice, dumbass. you're embarrassing me!" meg elbowed him.

"so what? it's not like they know me anyways!"

"do you ever shut up?"

meg's full attention now shifted to kai, thus starting another unending back-and-forth between the two. you gave yourself a mental face palm. this afternoon is going to be great as you thought.

"meg's right. you truly are the sunshine, literally and figuratively. but you're also more than that, y/n." yeonjun whispered before dragging you closer to the group to join in on the ongoing conversation.

the bingsu tasted way better than you expected. probably because this was your first time so you didn't know what to expect— or probably because of the people you were with the whole time.

just when you thought meg and kai are already a handful, beomgyu had to come in the picture completing the golden trio. arya looked at them in amusement, probably thinking about how hard must it be for the parents if these three were siblings. speaking of parent, soobin took on the job as he attempted to pacify the trio but would miserably fail everytime. yeonjun was as sweet yet as mischievous as ever. if anything, he could pass as the mentor of the golden trio.

and taehyun... you tried your best to subtly avoid him. as much as you want him around, his presence still reminded of your heartbreak. yet you never wanted to treat him half-heartedly— or was it your irrational brain telling you one eye contact might bring you to the edge?

although it's weird, you were scared that he might see through you if you put your guards down, even just for a second.

you can't afford to do that.

not now.

however being with all of them feels surprisingly healing. you laughed harder than you expected making both of your cheeks and stomach to hurt. it felt like all the crying and pain you put yourself into these past few days were insignificant. which was hard to admit at first because you knew your emotions were real, and very painful to say the least.

and yet looking around you now,

the golden streaks of the afternoon sun coating the interior of the cafe,

the fat cat lazily lounging on the cashier counter as if he owned the place,

the laughter of your friends shamelessly filling the silence,

the afternoon felt as perfect as a dream.

but unlike any other dreamlike afternoon you've experienced, this one wasn't hazy. today was clearer, more vivid. more real.

"you are sunshine and more than that." as meg and yeonjun said.

HELPLINE —kang taehyun smau ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

♡ synopsis: determined to take the pain off the past, y/n wanted nothing more but become the help and comfort that others needed. yet here comes the man with an obnoxiously adorable eye smile, unintentionally ready to sabotage all that she thought was healing— that includes a 24/7 help line and an alternate persona.

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[flameandshadows]

FIC RECS (Part 16) :)

Hey guys, so here it finally is. The CEO!Bucky Rec List. Sorry its taken so long for me to get this out, I really have just been feeling not so hot. So it took me a while to get it done. BUT its longer than usual to make up for they delay. Reading these made me feel a lot better, so I hope you guys like it! :)

(smuts are denoted with a ***, theres a lot of them haha)

Siren song by @jaamesbbarnes

OKAY LETS START THIS OFF WITH A BANG! This is the first Bucky CEO story I’ve ever read, and it was like an amazing Segway into this AU. So reader has a crush on her boss, he supposedly doesn’t like her back, so she joins a dating website where she meets this mysterious guy and falls in love. Crazy right? Even more so that it’s actually her boss?? This was a fantastic story filled with mutual pining, fluff, some perfectly timed angst, but most of all, some of the softest Bucky towards the end that I have ever been blessed to read. I want him to talk to me like that :( really loved this one!

All My Stars by @moonstruckbucky

Let’s go right into another amazing story. So this one is about Bucky boring FCC a new assistant, one who he basically falls in love with, and oh holy hell shes engaged. Let’s see how this turns out. So I will say it’s not finished yet, but I think what’s there is amazing enough to warrant a place on this list! Meg is a genius in how she writes the dynamic between characters. You feel for all of them no matter what, Bucky is detached and the reader is oblivious and you just want to shove them together like dolls and make them fall in love! It’s definitely a rollercoaster ride, and I’m excited to possibly see where it ends up :) 

Chocolate Truffles by @soldatjbb

OH THIS ONE IS SO SWEET! Okay so this one is about the reader wanting to give her boss Bucky Barnes chocolate on Valentine’s Day, when she sees she got some flowers. So when I say sweet I mean tooth rotting fluff holy hell I loved it. They’re both the biggest shy dorks who obviously have feeling for them and it really made my heart swell to ungodly proportions it was not okay. Bucky is the sweetest most nervous boy, and the reader isn’t much better. In a matter of like 1k words I was already immersed and invested in this possible relationship it was crazy! Amazing 

Pleasure and Business by @notimetoblog

OK wow, this one is just fantastic. So James and the reader are set to make a deal. So there’s something about this one that’s just really mysterious, like throughout the whole story you kind a know what’s going on but also you don’t, it’s a really good story and really unique when it comes to CEOs stories because the reader seems to hold the place of power as well, I also really really love the dynamic between the two characters because it’s really playful and loving and lighthearted even in this business setting, and I never really completely got what The business deal they were making was, but honestly it doesn’t even matter because the story was so good.

A very important phone call by @suz-123 ***

LOL, OK so this one. All I’ll say, is that the reader is Buckys good luck charm, and he needed it for a specific business call. This one was a trip. it was filthy, but written so well. And just the general storyline, while he’s on the phone made it exciting like not just because it was sexy but because it was just really like oh my God what’s going to happen is he going to get caught?! And man Bucky has a mouth on him, but I’m not gonna spoil it but let me just tell you, Suz has a way with endings. I genuinely didn’t expect it and That made it that much more awesome

The Man by @interestedbystanderwrites ***

Oof! This one! Now this one was amazing. So this one was about the raider going to her exes wedding, when she meets Bucky Barnes, who just so happens to own the hotel the wedding is held that. there are night leads to some down and dirty times, which is how all times like these should. This one was just really fun to read, because not only was it smut but it was also interwoven into a storyline, and at the end you’re really left wanting more. There’s a little hint of sugar daddy in there at the end, which makes it like even more interesting. Super good.

Late nights at the office by @after-avenging-hours ***

Oh I love this one! And I think I love it because it’s a really amazing mix of the storyline, and really well written smut. So this one is about Bucky being the readers boss, and there’s a deal coming up so he sends her a request to get something done by a day that causes miscommunication between them. So I really like this one because Bucky isn’t portrayed as like a jerk boss as he is and some other stories which is really refreshing, like he was genuinely sad that there was that miscommunication and she stayed after, and I think that made it all the more rewarding when they didn’t have sexy times because you actually really liked both characters. And it was well written, and you were left wanting to know what goes on with them in the future. Lovely.

Surprise visit by @imaginingbucky

okay so I really love this one. It’s super sweet, Bucky is a very busy CEO, and the reader is an extremely patient and understanding girlfriend. It was really cute, especially the end. I love stories like this where Bucky is genuinely a good guy who loves his girlfriend and understands that he’s not being the most available to her. I love seeing the moment he realized he needed to do something, and honestly just seeing healthy relationships in fics is so refreshing, and it was really well written.

Not interested by @promarvelfangirl

Ohhhhh this one is like an OG favorite of mine. So this one is about suave cocky Bucky Barnes getting everything he wants in life, until you. The reader comes in and shakes his whole world and it’s the cutest. Seeing the tension they have throughout the story is exciting, but my absolute favorite part was the fact that throughout the story you can see his love her her change from lust to love, or at least that’s how I saw it. And like you also got to know him and understand him over time. It was a great read, unique story line, loved it!

Sweet Life by @jalepenobarnes

Okay! So now we have a man awesome POC!reader story!! I love this one, I don’t know if I would qualify it as a series of oneshots but maybe that’s what it is, either way it’s great. So it’s a series of moments that showcase certain parts of the readers life and her relationship with Bucky. This is just a really sweet story, it really showcases the life of a POC In the discriminating world, especially when it comes to business, and it really opened my eyes to how I read these stories. Bucky is also super sweet, When he loves, he loves hard and with his whole self and you can really see it in this story. It’s beautiful. 

Right person wrong number by @propertyofpoeandbucky

Okay! So this one I loved. It’s about the reader moving to New York to start a new life after a breakup. She wants to be a photographer, and in that time, she received a text from a wrong number. Let the whirlwind romance begin! It’s cute, it’s funny, it’s SOFT BUCKY! It’s really just a whole package haha. Also check out her other fics: White Lace, Let the Games Begin, My Best Friends Dad, and Ringing

Tongue Tied by @soldatbarnes ***

Oh this one was spicy. So it’s about Bucky being really stressed and busy at work, and his wife coming up with a plan to help him relax. That plan is very sexual, and provides a wonderful story to read lol. But I also like the tender aspect of their relationship that you see in little snippets, you can tell they really care about each other over everything else. And I think that’s really important to see in these CEO stories because usually he’s a jerk.

Let Me Help by @asirenscalling **

So this is a story about Bucky being stressed at work, and you deciding to help him relax. Obviously that answer is sexual lol, the best way don’t we all know. This was very smutty, not much to it other than smut, but it was really well written and very entertaining haha. Also, loved the little snarky back and forth at the end, it was cute!

An Unfortunate Convenience by @bucky-smiles

Ohhhhhhh buddy, now this is a killer one. So this one is about the reader goes out to celebrate a promotion, had a wonderful one night stand, and surprise? That guy was her boss. What could go wrong? This one was so awesome. Daisy is such a great writer, and this is a prime example. There were so many twists and turns and it was actually realistic you know? Like there wasn’t a perfect story, they messed up, he messed up, and it wasn’t all sunshine’s and rainbows. The reader stood up for herself and I really admire that! 

I’m so in love with you by @supersoldierslover

The description is right! This is so damn fluffy I cant handle it! So it’s about the reader and Bucky spending quality time together after he’s been super busy at work. It’s so freaking cute, all of the flashbacks, the way you can see that they truly genuinely care about eachother. Like, it’s one of my favorite things to see a relationship consisting of two people who love eachother. Nothin Better than reading about love. And Bucky, god Bucky is the sweetest in this! And let me say, I will also love Bucky Barnes forever. 

***Added later to the rec list

Home for the Holidays by @buckybarnesbeans

Stereotypical by @avasparks

Dangerous Dalliance by @justreadingfics

Business and pleasure by @snowyseba

City love by @chrevastan

A meeting in buckys office by @tetralea

Jr Executive by @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Let Me Love You by @thewritersoldier

The arrangement by @buckbarnesjames

Executive Floor by @ackeviddlestan

Weekend at Buckys @marvel-media

Okay! Thank you guys soooo much for reading this. i’m sorry its late, but I had fun doing it :) I hope you guys like it! I have a couple more to read so check back for those being added 💖

[sulietsexual]

So, I finally saw the new Little Women on the weekend, and I have to say, I was ... really underwhelmed, especially given the extreme over-hype which has surrounded this film for months. 

Little Women is my favourite novel of all time and, yes, I am an avid fan of the 1994 movie. The book always fills me with warmth and emotion and I love the March girls so much, each of them in their own way. I went into this film with muted expectations, so I wasn’t disappointed per se but it definitely left me wanting more.

Let me start with the positives; the film definitely has a certain charm to it. I appreciated that they tried to include a lot of dialogue from the novel. The cinematography was very pretty in places. And I genuinely loved the actresses who portrayed the March sisters. Saoirse Ronan’s Jo was vivacious and fun and she imbued the character with Jo’s clumsiness, lack of propriety (a little too much sometimes, which I will talk about later) and overall likability. I don’t know why everyone’s complaining about Emma Watson, as I found her Meg to be lovely. I thought she perfectly captured Meg’s softness and her gentle stoicism, although I could have done with a little more fire to her character, people tend to forget that Meg has a bit of a feisty side. Florence Pugh was great as older Amy, and bless her, she tried her hardest as young Amy, but I still maintain that Younger Amy needs to be played by a younger actress, otherwise she comes across as far too bitchy, as opposed to just bratty. Eliza Scanlan was fine as Beth, but I wish they’d given her more to do (more on this later). 

As for the rest of the casting ... I was a bit underwhelmed. I was excited for Laura Dern as Marmee, but she disappointed me, which probably has more to do with the writing of the character. She felt far too modern and very under-developed. Timothee Chalamet (sp?) as Laurie was a total miscast, he was far too melancholy and kind of creepy? Laurie is supposed to be a cheeky and vivacious character, with the occasional fits of melancholy, not the other way around. Meryl Streep was wasted as Aunt March, but I knew she would be, given what a minor character Aunt March actually is in the book. None of the other actors made much of an impression on me, tbh.

Unfortunately, for me, the negatives are greater than the positives and one of the biggest complaints I have about this film is that it really seemed to lack soul and heart. Little Women is a novel which makes me cry every time I read it and I didn’t shed a single tear during this film. Scenes which I love from the novel left me cold during the film.

I appreciated that the film tried to include events from the novel which often aren’t portrayed onscreen, such as Meg buying the expensive silk knowing she couldn’t afford it, Beth and Mr Lawrence’s friendship, Amy telling Laurie off for his indolent ways and Marmee’s speech to Jo about how she is angry every day. But a combination of rushed dialogue, the weird back-and-forth jumps between past and present and a script which didn’t slow down to appreciate the emotions of the scenes meant that many of these scenes felt empty, as if everyone was simply going through the motions. The film is accurate to the book and captures many of the events, but it misses so many emotional beats. I want any adaptation of Little Women to fill me with warmth and emotion and this film just ... didn’t. A particularly egregious example is the fact that this movie didn’t film Beth’s death scene, opting instead to have Jo wake up to an empty bed, in a scene which is obviously supposed to mirror the previous scene and drive home how Jo “couldn’t save” Beth this time around, but all it does is undermine the emotion of Beth passing and the grief her family - particularly Jo - feel over watching her pass away.

And while we’re on the subject of Beth, can we talk about what a non-character she was? I know that Beth is the least developed of the sisters in the novel, and as such, adaptations sometimes tend to overlook her, but she was barely a character in this film. Even her illness - arguably the biggest component of her characterisation and arc - was overlooked and under-played. I didn’t feel any fear or trepidation for her when she first fell ill, and her entire sickness was so rushed and downplayed. Eliza Scanlan is an incredibly talented actress (just watch Sharp Objects for proof of this) and yet they gave her so little to do.

Laurie too became almost a non-character, and I feel that this was a result of the constant time jumps. There was no room for him to develop or grow and many of his Big Moments were omitted from the film (such as him sending for Mrs March when Beth is ill, the way he swears to keep their secrets and provides the PO Box for them, going to London to make himself worthy of Amy). Also that disgusting scene from the New Year’s Eve ball when he turns up half-dressed, drunk and with two women hanging off his arms; no where in the novel would Theodore Lawrence ever behave like that, and the fact that this scene was our second introduction to the character soured his entire characterisation. Laurie was such a pale shade of what he is in the novels, and because of this, his relationships with all the sisters is severely undermined and downplayed. You certainly won’t ship Jo/Laurie from this movie, but nor will you feel much semblance of friendship between the two, despite the fact that they’re such kindred spirits in the novel. He shares more scenes with Amy, but they’re devoid of feeling or emotion (and chemistry) and so his eventual marriage to her falls flat.

I think one of the reasons for Laurie’s lack of characterisation is the weird time jumps. I know that a lot of critics are praising this technique, but I hated it. For one, it was often confusing as to whether we were in the past or the present, given how quickly the scenes jumped between the two. Secondly, this style of storytelling severely undermined characterisation and character development, and it juxtaposed scenes in a very weird fashion, negating the original point of the scenes and the lessons the girls were supposed to learn from them. For example, Meg’s misbehaviour at the Moffats being directly juxtaposed with the scene in which she confesses to John that she bought the expensive silk makes Meg look like she hasn’t grown or changed in five years. We missed the beautiful scene where she confesses her “sins” to Marmee and the growth which came from that experience, and instead jumped straight into what looked like an unhappy marriage (and why in god’s name were we introduced to Meg and John’s marriage before they had even spoken to each other in the past? Once again, the development of this relationship was undermined by the fact that we saw their courtship in reverse - we didn’t get the impact of Meg promising to love John despite his poverty only to betray him by buying the expensive silk). And this is just one of many examples of this technique robbing us of the emotion of the scenes.

The film felt so rushed at times and because of this, it has a very modern feel to it which I really didn’t like. If you want to “modernize” the story, fine, but do so by placing it in a modern setting. Having a period setting while using modern dialogue and a modern sense of propriety didn’t work. A scene of Jo hiking her skirts up to her knees with her bloomers on display while in public was awful, as was the scene where she unabashedly started to strip down while Laurie was in the room, and both scenes just undermined the period setting and were extremely jarring. Again, because the film was so rushed and the dialogue so quick and rapid-fire, we lost the emotional impact of many scenes. Period pieces need to be slow, you need time to savour the dialogue and actions, to feel the emotions and take time to appreciate the depth of the events and relationships.

And speaking of relationships, I cannot get over how much this filmed missed the mark when it came to the sisters’ relationships. Such a huge part of the appeal of Little Women is the bonds between the sisters and this film just blew right past them! I didn’t feel any deep connection between the sisters, and this was particularly noticeable with Jo and Beth, who share such a deep bond in the book. I think part of this problem stemmed from the fact that it took five scenes for the sisters to actually share a scene together; our introduction to the girls happens in four separate scenes, with each of the girls by themselves, in their own setting. Compare (because I have to) with the 1994 movie, in which the first four scenes of the film focus on the girls together, only separating once Meg and Jo attend the Gardiners Christmas party. The sisters’ relationship is such a huge component of the novel, but this film spends little time or focus building it and it is definitely a big reason as to why the film feels so empty.

There is so much more I want to say (for example, the horrendous way in which the film somehow made Jo look like she’d regretted turning down Laurie and held onto said regret for five years and how they juxtaposed her sending him the letter saying she would marry him, which WTF, never happened in the novel, with Laurie returning, having married Amy, like, way to pit the two sisters directly against one another, which even the 1994 adaptation had sense enough not to do) but this post has already turned into a freakin’ essay and most of my grievances have been aired.

To end this (very long) rant on a positive note, I want to reiterate that this film was charming in many ways, and while I do have many complaints, it was still a decent adaptation of my favourite novel, which wasn’t so far removed from the source material that I couldn’t enjoy it. It will never match the emotional depth and warmth of the 1994 movie, but I can see myself coming around to it in the future and liking it for what it is. I just wish more care and effort had been put into it and it had concentrated more on the emotion of the novel rather than the events.

[speckeltail]

Susie legion

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: The concept of Legion is a super fun, engaging one, even if in practice it was kinda underwhelming. As a character, Susie as a kinda shy, naive hanger-on that got in so far over her head and is now struggling to stay a part of her gang, being forced to kill people when she isn’t even all the way grown up yet and definitely wouldn’t have chosen to in the first place-- that’s engaging.

Why I don’t: Hate how fandom infantilizes her at times. I tend to never specifically hate a character for how they’re shown in canon, unless the devs fuck it up (see: Doc, Julie’s tome), with some notable exceptions that I think have just been poorly conceived and written from the start (say, Mustafa Ali leading Retribution, also bc out of kayfabe he’s I think said he’s unhappy with it because he doesn’t want to be playing a villain; it makes no sense with his previously established character and he’s clearly not having a good time playing it, and Retribution is ALSO clearly thinly-veiled Antifa or whatever so we’re supposed to think they’re villains bc mr mcmahon is an old fuck), and at that point it’s not even hatred for the character themselves; I fucking HATE Freddy but can’t deny that he’s a PHENOMENAL villain and the visceral, passionate hatred I have for him makes me root against him and for the heroes, and I love seeing him get what’s coming to him. In wrestling terms, that’s called heat, and it’s a good thing and good villains should be able to generate heat. After Doc’s tome, I’m like a skittish feral animal, I don’t trust them to not wreck him further-- they took a great fckn villain and decided to depart entirely from one trope onto another, which would be fine, if they had introduced an entirely new character to fill the niche! The emotion I feel toward tome-Doc is, in wrestling, “go away heat”, which is a bad kind of heat bc the audience doesn’t want to SEE the villain, doesn’t want to watch them get beat up even, they just want them to go away and for the story to continue. I feel this way toward say, Thanos too btw, purely because of how he was portrayed by the writers. A good writer can take a mediocre, C-list character and elevate them to godlike status (Kite Man. F*** yeah Kite man) and writers who don’t care, don’t know the character, have an alternate agenda, or just... don’t have time or energy to do a character justice can cause a fandom to lose interest in a character entirely. I’m sure there’s a way to make me interested in Thanos. Apologia for his abuse and shitty actions throughout an entire series of movies is not the way to do that.

ANYWAY BACK TO SUSIE. Her Lunar New Year skin is a prime example of me losing interest in the canon direction of a character. It contradicts her original lore and the characterization set forth there. If we’re to assume that these skins are legitimate/”real”, which people are totally allowed to do, it paints a very different picture of Susie.

Thank god for fic that rehabilitates her tho (ILM by @ziracona does a good job of portraying a semi-adult Susie who still has some kidlike attributes, bc ofc she’s the baby of the gang).

Favorite episode (scene if movie): N/A

Favorite season/movie: Darkness Among Us bc devs hadn’t fucked her up at that point

Favorite line: DbD does not have voice lines sadly but I love her stun noise lol

Favorite outfit: IDK I don’t play Susie. The new Chimeric Horde Blight skin is SICK though, it’s visually striking and elicits so much pathos, and I do like her default skin bc it’s unapologetically cute. Can’t kill survivors if you aren’t feelin cute.

OTP: No OTPS here unfortunately, I’m not super into shipping Susie with anyone. Susie/Meg is kinda cute tho

Brotp: Susie/Julie is super cute.

Head Canon: Susie likes wrestling. Big Diva stan if I’ve ever seen one; what’s more fun than curling up on the couch and watching pretty ladies toss each other across a ring? Gay awakening. Made her realize she had a crush on Julie bc one of the divas looked kinda similar to Julie.

Unpopular opinion: IDK see what I hate. People who like the new lore are entitled to that and I’m glad there’s someone out there pulling for it, but it’s just personally not for me.

A wish: I wish people would stop being weird about her and start being weird about Deathslinger instead

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: BHVR please stop contradicting your own lore

5 words to best describe them: Shy, fawning, playful, affectionate, naive

My nickname for them: Miss Susie Legion/Miss Susie/Susan

[shinysteph]

Ok I saw the new Little Women last night so here are my initial thoughts! This is not really a review, just random scattered thoughts.

Also I don’t really think I need to have a spoiler warning for a book that’s 150 years old, but if you wanna see the movie but don’t know anything about the story and don’t wanna know anything that happens, then maybe don’t read this.

I liked the movie way more than I thought I would! I definitely want to go see it again and will probably buy it on dvd. Little Women is one of my favourite books so I’m always a little harsh on adaptations. 

These thoughts are are in no particular order, just whatever comes to mind. If you wanna know my thoughts on anything I don’t mention or want me to go into more detail just send me an ask. 

Things I liked:

-The cinematography! There were some lovely shots in this movie. I especially liked the scene where Amy rejects Fred’s proposal. I also really like how the scenes in the past were lit more golden and the present was all grays and blues. 

-The comedy. The funny parts were genuinely funny and I had a good laugh. 

-Florence Pugh played a very good Amy! I was skeptical at first at how they were going to have her play a 12 year old, but she was very good at portraying Amy as a child and an adult. (Though I will say it was sometimes odd because she puts on a weird little voice in the flashback scenes and idk how to describe it but it didn’t work for me)

-Amy’s portrayal in general. Most adaptations only really show her as a brat and don’t really develop her at all. There are a lot of Amy haters out there, but after this movie, I’ve seen a lot of love for Amy because this movie actually shows her growth as a person. It’s so great to see people loving Amy.

-Chalamet was a pretty good Laurie, especially in the present Europe scenes. He portrayed the mischievous side of Laurie well, whereas other adaptations make him more charming. 

-Laurie x Amy had actual development so that it wasn’t a shock to the audience that they end up together. It was very sweet and they were so cute. (THE APRON UNBUTTONING SCENE?!!???)

-Jo’s speech that was in the trailer (”Women have minds and they have souls...”) and ending it with “...but I’m so lonely.” That hit me so hard I started tearing up at how relatable it was. Being sick of only being seen as someone that's only whole through marriage and rejecting that, but also just wanting to be loved. AHHH!!

Things I didn’t like:

-The back and forth between past and present felt kinda clunky. I think the movie would have been better if it was just told linearly. 

-Emma Watson as Meg. She was...not good. I haven’t liked Watson’s acting in anything I’ve seen her in. She’s just so stiff and always sounds like she’s reading from a page or like she doesn’t want to be there. I’m glad she wasn’t in the film much, but also sad because I really like Meg as a character. 

-Prof. Bhaer always gets paid dust. They never give much time to develop the relationship between him and Jo. I don’t think most viewers care about this, but I like Bhaer so I’m salty.  

-Sometimes the dialogue when all 4 sisters were together, all talking over each other, was not working for me. It didn’t sound natural, it sounded like they were trying to see who could recite their lines the fastest. I get what Gerwig was going for. She was trying to portray how siblings talk to each other but it was really annoying. 

That’s all I can think of right now! I’ll probably think of more things later. 

[emma-what-son]

Little Women reviews are in

I’ve noticed that some reviews are just simply overwhelmingly positive. I just don’t trust that. There has to be something you disliked! The pace, any changes the director has made... Something! Anyway, as always I’ll only post reviews mentioning Emma.

Vanityfair: I won’t go through all the other players in the ensemble, but most of them inhabit their roles with just the right pep and insight. (Only Watson, as dour eldest sister Meg, runs into some flatness.) Gerwig has a lively, natural directorial rapport with actors, creating comfortable spaces in which they can more easily form organic bonds. Little Women is nicely textured in that way, possessed of all the easy chatter and squabble of people who genuinely know one another.

Indiewire: “Little Women” isn’t always perfect: A few line readings fall flat — whenever Watson slips out of her American accent, all bets are off — and a handful of characters aren’t given nearly as much dimension as the sisters. Laura Dern’s soft-hearted Marmee is almost too good to be believed, and Bob Odenkirk’s boisterous initial introduction as the March family patriarch feels out of place (though it’s later redeemed during one of the film’s more amusing final sequences). And yet Gerwig and her girls know the hearts and minds of the sisters through and through. “Little Women” is about them above all else.

Empireonline: And while Meg gets a few good scenes, she’s still underserved compared with her younger sisters.

TheHollywoodreporter: Among the large cast, Watson somewhat fades into the background, possibly because the pretty, vivacious girl makes way so early for the thoroughly good wife who married for love, not material comfort. Dern at times seems a tad contemporary as Marmee, but then that could partly be because her delectable skewering of a quintessential L.A. type in Marriage Story remains so fresh in my mind. But even with limited screen time, all the actors register as fully formed characters.

Variety: A long way from her days as Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter movies, Watson portrays Meg as the sister who most knows what she wants, which makes the character’s choice feel like less of a compromise. Pugh has the tricky part, since so many find Amy’s personality off-putting, whereas she makes it possible to understand the difficulties of living in her sister’s shadow.

Screendaily: But this is an all-star marquee line-up. A somewhat miscast Emma Watson - she’s just too modern a presence - plays Meg, Eliza Scanlen is Beth, Laura Dern is Marmee while Meryl Streep plays Aunt March. On the male side, Timothee Chalamet is Laurie, with Louis Garrel playing Professor Bhaer and James Norton as Mr Brooke, the hard-up apple of Meg’s eye. The hair department must have worked overtime.

Screenrant: But while Jo is perhaps the closest Little Women gets to a single protagonist, and Ronan carries that starring role well, Gerwig's script makes sure to give each of the March sisters' their due. Watson brings a great deal of depth and empathy to Meg, while there's a steel to Pugh's Amy that allows her to hold her own alongside Ronan's Jo in a way that's fascinating to watch. Scanlen's Beth has all the sweet charm that the youngest March sister needs. Dern and Meryl Streep round out the exceptionally strong main female cast, bringing warmth and cold sensibility, respectively.

Dailymail: So the performances are terrific across the board, and that includes Watson (who reportedly replaced Emma Stone). She’s a limited actress magicked by Hermione Granger’s wand into better roles than her talent deserves, but she’s perfectly lovely as Meg, the eldest sister.

Telegraph: Emma Watson, supplying her usual finished charm, has no challenge lending consistency to dutiful-but-dull Meg, the eldest; and Eliza Scanlen gives a pale vulnerability to sickly piano prodigy Beth, “the best of us”.

Nerdist: The film isn’t without its weaknesses. The back-and-forth editing is occasionally confusing, and sometimes hinders the power of Jo’s arc. Her growing dissatisfaction with her work and her isolating loneliness is powerful when chronological, and suffers a bit here interspersed with happy memories of togetherness. There’s also one puzzling addition to her relationship with Laurie that rings false to Alcott’s story and Jo’s character, although not detrimentally. Laura Dern’s Marmee feels a little too sparkly compared to the hard-worn and exhausted character of the book, and Emma Watson’s Meg fails to make much of an impression, though she has a few touching moments that contrast her desires with her sisters’.

Flickeringmyth: If anything, the only noticeable flaw with Little Women is that for anyone that’s not Jo or Amy, it feels like there should be more that was probably edited down to keep the running time from going any higher than 2 hours and 15 minutes. That goes for Meg’s relationship and inevitable marriage, the bad boy behavior of Laurie who doesn’t know how to deal with rejection at first (he decides to pursue Amy following that, with Florence Pugh eliciting a great deal of emotion and making a case for Best Supporting Actress choosing between lovers and what’s best for her own passions), and one or two more scenes centered on Beth.

Moviecitynews: Emily Watson seems to be the #2 little woman as Meg, but she unselfishly lets the second dominant character come slowly into focus through the film in the form of Florence Pugh, whose character, Amy, is not as clear about what she wants. Both just get better and better through the film. And Beth, played by Eliza Scanlen, has the least to do in the film, but still comes through as a fully formed character.

Butwhythopodcast: As Meg, Watson is stunning. She carries a calm emotion, embodying her role as the older sister, the template for the girls behind her. Each of the women carries a burden with them, while they carry it differently, they share it all the same. Gerwig nails the burden of family perfectly, while also showing us how a family carries together.

Lenoirauteur: Speaking of a lack of there there, poor Emma Watson. Her Meg has a really interesting story on face value but the story doesn’t get to really dig into her interior life. Which is a shame, because I felt Meg’s desire to know and want fancy things only to fall in love with a man who doesn’t have much is very interesting! But what good does interesting do me, if we barely spend time with her and everyone else gets a much more epic Laurie moment. It’s in the moments we spend with Meg where Gerwig’s changes strain against what you can do with a text and still maintain its effectiveness.

Timeout: But it’s Midsommar’s Florence Pugh who wows you the most as youngest Amy, gliding from bratty competitiveness to a hard-headed realism. (If Emma Watson and Eliza Scanlen as the other two March girls, Meg and Beth, don’t make the same impression, it’s by intention: Gerwig has designed them more as mirrors.)

Everymoviehasalesson: The titular Chatty Cathys are the four March sisters of the 1860s at different coming-of-age stages. The two youngest, Beth (newcomer Eliza Scanlan of Babyteeth) and Amy (rising star Florence Pugh), look up to their older two sisters, Jo (three-time Academy Award nominee Saoirse Ronan) and Meg (the now nearly-30 Emma Watson) with shifting notes of reverence and jealousy.

Denofgeek: Watson’s Meg, meanwhile, feels like wallpaper despite leading many scenes, although this might simply be the result of Watson’s limited range in comparison to Ronan and Pugh.

 Thespool: Ronan continues to prove a beautiful creative partner for Gerwig; her Jo’s an iconoclast and a spitfire, but that just makes her moments of vulnerability that much more deeply felt. Watson turns in fine, elegant work as Meg, and Scanlan commands the screen with quiet stoicism. But Pugh’s Amy March is a particular standout, her pouty brattiness belying her genuine insight into others, especially Laurie.

Forbes: Watson has perhaps the most challenging (and least audience-friendly) role, as the proverbial straight woman of the sisters who is put on the defensive when her dreams end up being the most conventional of the lot.

[aj-artjunkyard]

Trials Of Apollo Oneshot Series  CHAPTER TWO

It was my turn to keep watch. It was dark, though there was no way to accurately determine what time it was. Meg snored deeply from the rush-job tent just a few feet behind me. We’d had quite the close call a few nights ago, when a Pandos tracker from Caligula’s army had caught us off guard. From then on, we decided that at least one of us should be awake at all times. But now, sitting and shivering on an uncomfortable rock in the eerie darkness of the forest in the early morning, I decided I regretted every part of my and Meg’s little agreement. Not only was I cold and tired, I was also hyperaware of the fact that I was extremely vulnerable. I had been mortal for so long that I could hardly shoot a barn from point-blank range. I had trouble with the intricate fingering on my combat ukulele. My voice wavered at cracked when I sang even the simplest tune. I feared that if something were to happen, I wouldn’t be able to do anything except scream for help from a little girl in traffic-light coloured attire. Have I mentioned that being mortal sucks?

But… there was something else. When I was a god, I had the ability to keep an eye on mortal exploits from my throne on Olympus. I had observed with interest the quests of many heroes; Hercules, Theseus and Percy Jackson, to name a few. So I knew with certainty that the gods would be watching me. This was not new information. I had always known. What was bothering me was that the uncomfortable feeling of eyes on my back felt intensified. I was the entertainment of a large audience tonight. 

I could almost feel my image in the central hearth of Hestia in the Olympian throne room, where you could watch anyone in the world flicker through its flames like a blazing hologram. I’ve watched a few soppy family movies with Hestia and the others huddled around the warmth of the most gentle source of power in all of Olympus. When you were sat viewing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ in high definition, you simply forgot all sense of tension between you and your brethren. Even to lawless scamps like Hermes, it was simply improper to argue in front of Hestia's hearth. Demeter and I came to our uneasy truce over ‘The Secret Garden’. Artemis and I had forgotten countless arguments over ‘Robin Hood’ since 1973. (What? We’re archers. And we love the justice dealt to the greedy prince. Artie will tell you that Maid Marian shouldn't have gotten married. This isn’t true.) You catch my drift. It hurt that I was the one being peered at, ridiculed, from such a pure, sacred place.

And so, I knew something was going to happen. I stole a glance back at Meg, wondering if I should wake her. Then again, there was no telling what a cranky, sleep-deprived tween would order me to do if I were to wake her just because I was feeling a little skittish. I decided against disturbing her. 

But what I did next, I could not explain at the time. I thought perhaps the nerves got the better of me. Perhaps my fidgeting became too much. I stood. My keen ears picked up the faint squealing of an infant. Meg’s snores began to ebb away to the back of my mind, like the whole world was being submerged in Poseidon’s fury. The screams became more acute. I was drawn to go to it, to silence the scream. My peripheral vision darkened. I could only see straight ahead, to the source of the voice. The urge became as powerful as my master’s orders. I started to walk.

I had only gone a few steps forward in my trance when I gained back control of my lower body, and, with great force, willed myself to stop. I stood there, stuck in limbo, my mind violently hurling commands back and forth like the ball in an olympian volleyball game (Zeus and Poseidon are terrifyingly competitive).

‘Go!’ The first voice hissed. ‘You are needed! Save them!’

‘Not a chance!' The second sniped back. ‘You’d leave Meg vulnerable like that? You are no better than the gods and emperors you say you despise!’

‘Meg can defend herself. You need to be the useful one for a change. How many people have you disappointed? Do not let this be another.’

My legs felt detached from my body. I stepped another few paces. “No!” I muttered to myself. “I want to stay!” The pull did not lessen.

‘Trust me,’ said the first voice, morphing into that of a fierce woman’s. Her tone was a calm leader’s, pointing her soldiers into the battlefield. ‘No harm shall come to your companion. Now, go!’ Her last word spurred my legs against my will. I began to run towards the source of the screaming, my heart pumping faster and more desperately every second, without actually knowing why. My entire form went on autopilot. I saw myself jumping over fallen tree trunks, clawing up steep, muddy hills and wading through a shallow creeks. I felt every stone scraped my hands on, every branch that stung my face. But I could not control it. Down in the very depths of my mind I felt my fear of being trapped and guilt of leaving Meg, but it was quickly quenched by this new feeling of an unwelcome person sharing my Lester prison.

My subconscious thrashed to regain control. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I fought, I could not make myself portray anything but this monotoned calm. I was forced to take a backseat and watch quietly as I let myself run and run until my lungs felt like Hephaestus had made them into his new forge. I wanted to wheeze, cough and splutter. I couldn’t. I tried to yell for help. I couldn’t.

Finally, after an eternity of sprinting through the damp, cold maze of trees, the presence left my mortal body. My knees buckled and my feet gave way. I lay face down in the dirt panting like Cerberus on a particularly dry day in the Underworld. My clothes were in tatters. My hands and knees were bleeding. Everything up to my mid-thighs was soaked, and the rest was caked with mud. I managed to push myself up, though I shook badly. I stayed like that for a while - on all fours, concentrating on breathing more than anything else. Breathing is good. I always recommend breathing. 

Then I heard the cries. They only sounded to be a few feet ahead of me. With all my mortal strength (which isn’t a lot, but I was tired) I used a nearby trunk to haul myself to my feet, still gasping at the air hungrily. When I looked up, my eyes connected with a strange sight. A wispy grey apparition floated silently next to a dark tree stump. On the stump lay a little bundle of writhing white sheets, wrapped tightly around a minuscule form. I stood there for a second - maybe out of shock - before I rushed over to the child, tripping and landing on my bleeding knees out of desperation to reach him. I took him up as gently as my shaking hands could, and clutched him tightly to my chest. You may be wondering why I did this. Firstly, please. I know I’m not a model father, but I’m no monster. Even in my godly state, I would have reacted as such. Just as my sister is the protector of young maidens, I am the protector of young men. I don’t quite understand how I knew, but this little child was a boy. Perhaps it’s my mother’s genes that spurs on this side of me. She is, after all, the titaness of motherhood (also, I know for certain that I don’t get any of my fatherly traits from my own father).

Secondly, this baby, barely a newborn, had obviously been abandoned by his parents. Left for dead with no skills or means to survive. He was utterly defenceless. I sympathised.

I felt the baby’s heartbeat and checked his temperature, all while hugging him as close as possible, trying to provide him with heat from my own body. I could tell he needed far more warmth than my shivering frame could give him. My teeth chattered. My numb fingers could just about keep an even grip on the baby.

“He won’t survive much longer.” The apparition’s voice made me jump. I had completely forgotten her presence. I scolded myself. You do not disregard a potential deity unless you want something sharp or white-hot to mutilate you on the spot. Stupid Apollo! This was basic hero knowledge! I looked up at her, already recognising her voice. The woman wore a full-length chiton, held a spear in one hand, and a shield in the other. Her head was adorned with a battle helm that sprouted smoky grey plumage as if someone had set her tightly woven hair bun on fire, though I guess that wasn’t the look she was going for. Over one shoulder, a small satchel was slung. Battle ready and stoic as ever, stood Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

“S-sister,” I greeted coldly (literally. I was shivering enough to cause concern.) “How nice of you to show. I would have thought you above interacting with human children.”

“You are four thousand years old. You are not a child, though your behaviour could fool most.”

“I didn’t mean me, I meant-”

“We have urgent matters to discuss.”

“But why did you-”

“There is limited time.” Ugh. Athena was and is the spitting image of Zeus. One track mind. It doesn’t matter if everyone was crying and screaming, they would still finish what they were saying or doing before giving a thought to anyone else’s feelings.

“I have information for you,” ghost-Athena continued. “You must-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” I interrupted (wow, Athena was right! Cutting people off was fun). Athena looked irritated, but allowed me to speak. “Why did you drag me to this kid? What’s he got to do with this?” Sighing deeply, she began to explain.

“It’s an excuse.” She looked down at me as if this should have been the most obvious thing in the world.  “My plan was to alert you to this child’s predicament, then appear and take him to safety. As the protector of young boys, his well-being is your responsibility. I told father how embarrassing it would be for him to look like he couldn’t handle your ‘simplistic’ jobs, and he allowed me take the child if you just so happened to find him,”- she waved her hands slightly for emphasis -“on the condition that I don’t talk to you.”

“So…why are you talking to me?”

“I am disregarding his condition as I trust his reliance on my wise judgement. He cannot hurt me.”

I grunted. “Right.” It must have felt good to be one of my father’s favourite children. I would not know. I was cursed to be in the same group as deities such as Ares and Dionysus. Sometimes even they got more attention than me! I was not some dumb war brute or a drunken demigod! I was Apollo! I (sometimes) knew the future! I sang songs of our (my) glory! Not to mention my (and my sister’s) skill with a bow! I was an intelligent medic! Have you ever been to medical school? Only the brightest survive (excuse my pun about being the frickin’ sun god).

Then again, my mortal mind had been kicking me recently. Ever since meeting Hermes on the way to Camp Jupiter, I had come to an awful realisation. Among the Olympians, I was always second best. An atrocity, I know! I do not suit silver. That’s my sister’s colour! I’m supposed to be gold! But I assure you kind readers, it is true, for I have thought this over. Anything I could do, someone else could also do. Healing? They had my son, Asclepius. Archery? My sister, Artemis. Music and poetry? The nine muses. The sun? They already had Hermes on that job. Sure, I could spread plague, but so could the Nosoi. I could be a deep thinker if I wanted to be, but so could Athena, and her ‘deep thoughts’ were usually to my father’s favour, unlike mine.

If I showed any disgust (and I’m sure I did,) Athena did not acknowledge it. Instead she ploughed on with her all-important speech.

“As I was saying, I have something important to share with you.” She started digging through her small satchel while she talked. “Both Artemis and Hermes have helped you, and both are now being watched by father. I will be more careful. I have only come to give you this.” From the petite bag, she drew a water bottle and a clear zip-lock bag with what looked like little squares of brownies inside. She placed the bottle on the tree stump next to her, and held up the bag. “These have been chemically synthesised by your son Asclepius and myself. They have the healing properties of ambrosia, but can be safely consumed by mortals, as long as you do not eat too much. The bag is not self-replenishing, so use them carefully. This is something Artemis whipped up. It’s-”

“-Moonwater,” I finished. The glinting silveriness of the liquid was too obvious to be anything else. I remembered Thalia Grace giving me some back in Indianapolis, before - well, before Caligula happened. I hated myself for reminding me. 

Athena seemed unbothered. “Yes. Now if you could hand over the child-” she started reaching her arms out the shivering baby in my arms. As soon as Athena’s hands were within an inch of him, he started screeching with renewed energy. The shrill sound echoed through the quiet woods, a few birds in nearby trees flapping off to escape the racket. I flinched and Athena covered her ears.  I rocked the baby and hummed a quiet lullaby until he calmed down. Athena sighed and put her hands on her hips. “Right. Let us try that again.” She picked up the baby and rocked him like I had, but the noise was no different. For a newborn, he definitely had a good pair of lungs. 

Seeing Athena struggle with something so simple was quite amusing, but I decided to be a good person (see? I am good. I am.) and help her out. With great difficulty, I stood and shuffled over to Athena’s smoke-self. She glared, but allowed me to adjust her hand positioning. 

“Babies don’t have much in the neck. You have to hold them like this.” Athena huffed. 

“I know that.” She snapped.

“Good. Now you’ll have to sing to him.”

Athena blanched (as much as a grey apparition can, anyway). “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You don’t have to sing the entire Les Misérables soundtrack. Just a little tune.” You’ll have to forgive me here. I knew there were other alternatives. But I also I knew Athena was self-conscious. I just wanted to get one of the Olympians to be as embarrassed as I constantly was for the last three months.

After some convincing, Athena agreed to hum, but nothing more. She chose ‘Für Elise’ by Beethoven. A good choice I suppose. I admit, it did please me that even in her semi-solid colourless state, I could almost feel her cheeks reddening. Too soon, the baby quietened down. 

“Not bad. Though your pace needs to slow down a bit to -”

“Hush up.” I held up my hands in surrender and flashed my old, cocky smile. It didn’t seem to fit naturally anymore. I ignored that.

“You’ve done better than I expected.”

“Gee, thanks.” Suddenly thunder rumbled in the distance. We both looked to the skies.

“I’ve exceeded my time limit. I must be off.” And with that, the embodiment of wisdom poofed and disappeared, leaving me coughing in her smoke. I arrived back at the campsite just as the sun’s first rays began to peek through the trees.

[scraplette]

Lost Light #22 Thoughts & Feels

Goodness. It's been a while since I've written up one of these posts but, now that I'm free of the grips of cosplay, it only makes sense to hop right back in with this issue. And, oh boy, what an issue!

Under a read more for the biggest of all spoilers.

+First off, the Misfire/Swerve team is beautfiful, and I will tear this universe apart to keep them together. Fite me.

+Yay! Megatron is back! I'm happy to see him but obviously Magnus and Rodimus will be a bit miffed. Not like they parted on the best of terms... Yeah, bugger you, Terminus.

+HAND! GIANT HAND! WHA?!

+OH SHIT! IS THAT CYBERTRON?! WHAT'S GOING ON! WHAT DO YOU MEAN “That's Primus” WHAT!

+Throwing in one more WHAT for good measure.

+BTW I was wrong. A few T&F posts ago I said that the Council couldn't become even bigger pricks than they are now. I was wrong. They heard my statement and said “Primus, hold our planet sized beer,” and considering what is revealed later in the issue, their hypocrisy has reached all an new levels of prickness.

+”Okay, so you see the fleet of Decepticon worldsweepers? See the green one? That's us. We're in there. I'm waving.”

I hope Megs waves back. It'd be rude not to. Also, the following exchange of “Why are you in a worldsweeper?” “Hm?” is perfect. Say what you want about Autobot Megatron, I will never not love the Rodimus/Megatron back and forth. Even the little admission from Rodimus, that Megatron “isn't that bad once you get to know him”, brought a smile to my face.

+I'm glad that Megatron wasn't the Big Bad like the last issue was hinting at. After everything he went through with the LL crew, plus his second chance in the FU, I would've been super irked if he went “evil” again. It's a shame the current IDW canon is ending, though, I would've loved a mini series detailing Meg's time in the FU. Looks like he's been busy.

+Do something? What can they do, Flame? Flame? FLAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMEEEEE?!

(Yes, I know this one was a bit forced, but it's been forever since I've seen Flame! How could I resist!)

[Bites on fist] HGGGGNNNN!!! This is really sweet!

+It is hard to conceive of a greater affront to the Mechanica Divine than a multitude of false Cybertrons.”

OH DO FUCK OFF! You're flying around in the biggest possible example of your hypocrisy!You've moved the goal posts so often I doubt you can even see them any more! Later in the issue Megatron explains that the council altered Cybertron itself, allowing it the power of space travel and transformation. Remember how enormous a sin deviating from your Alt-modes original purpose was to the Council? Nah? No worries. Neither do they.

Nuuuuuu! I wanted Megatron and Pax to be happy together Q_Q

But wait, hang on, did Megatron ever meet FU!Rung? The only contact I remember them having was Megatron seeing FU!Rung's corpse. Bit of a stretch on the Council's part to claim Megs “loved” Rung. Does this mean FU!Rung survived the moon battle? Just another question to  question for Roberts at TFNation.

+Oh no. Terminus died... How tragic.

+DRIFT D:!

+Pharma's thirst for Ratchet is so strong, you guys. Even gods struggle against this thirsty boy.

+Adaptus?! COME AGAIN?

+skdgjndfjg Megatron interacting with the Scavenger is just so GOOD!

+I know a lot of folks have been waiting for this meeting between Drift and Megatron. It was short but no less sweet. It's also cool to see the Zero Point used again, we haven't seen it since the Shadowplay Arc where Rung was struggling to bridge the gap. And awww! Megatron became a Medic like he always wanted to Q_Q

+”It's a good colour, Sweve”

PFFT XD

+Yuuuup. Really want that Megatron/FU miniseries...

+Again with the Ratchet, Rodimus, Rung, and Tailgate chant. I'm 100% sure The Magnificence has it's own agenda. However, I have no idea whose side it's on.

Were Grimlock and THUNDERCLASH'S(sighwhataguy) speech bubbles swapped around? THUNDERCLASH seems pretty eager to blow up a planet.

+Right, time for the meat of this issue. If what Adaptus/Pharma says is true then this is possibly the biggest reveal in all of the IDW canon. I'll go over the identities of the other Guiding hand members before moving onto the big boy himself, as I've got quite a bit to talk about there. Oh yes.

I ADORE that Censere was Mortilus. The kind, sombre bot who quietly went about his duty, ensuring that the dead of Cybertron were not forgotten. It's also so refreshing to see the God of Death portrayed in a rather positive light. The only interaction we've had with Mortilus has been through his followers who, if we're perfectly honest, have all been giant edge lords XD I would've loved for them to meet Censere face to face. I bet he would've been horrified by their actions, maybe even invited them into his stronghold for a chat about their life choices. It's so sad that he died the way he did -_-

Tyrest... Gotta admit, not so thrilled about that one. Admittedly, it makes a lot of sense, especially when you start going over some of the details. He lead the research into “spark splicing” and had access to the Matrix, plus he was able to build a portal to one of his fellow gods. I always thought it was odd that his portal, ya know, actually worked because we all thought he was a little nuts. But maybe, just maybe, a little part of him remembered his connection to the Guiding hand. It's also quite tragic to see how the supposed god of wisdom was broken down over the years, his sanity chipped away at to the point of self-harm. Either way, I dunno, I think if we'd seen more of Tyrest after Remain in Light I probably would've liked this reveal a bit more, but it can't be helped since the end is fast approaching.

The Magnificence. The font of all knowledge is also Epistemus... Yeah, I'm fine with that. All good XD

Okay... Primus... right, I double dipped and bought the issue off the IDW app before they recalled the issue, so I've been holding onto this spoiler for a whole week.

[takes deep breath]

RUNG IS PRIMUS!

I'M ACTUALLY LOSING IT!

HOLY SHIT!

My mind is whirling, guys. When I saw that final panel everything clicked into place and it ALL MADE SENSE. The brightest spark, his serial number(reversed it becomes one) his memory problems, his odd habit of being in important points in history(which can't all be linked to Elegant Chaos because Rewind said there were billions of entries), the hotspot on Luna1,his deja-vu upon seeing the Luna 1 portal, no one remembering him. Everything!

I'm just stunned.

Roberts has really earned this reveal. I'm thrilled to bits by it. But now now I'm wondering, since a running theme of MTMTE/LL is the interpretation of myths and legends and how time can alter our perspective of those tales, how much of the creation myth is true. Are Rung, and the other members of the Guiding Hand, actual Gods or just REAAAAAALY ancient Transformers with unusual abilities. Did Rung and Censere really have a punch up? Is Rung truly responsible for the creation of the Cybertronian race?! HOW? Why doesn't he remember anything? How did we go from Warrior God to Nebbish Noodle Arms McCutie? Did he really fuse with Vector sigma? Is he Primus made flesh or a reincarnated spark? I have so many questions about my favourite character being the source of EVERYTHING.

+Love that final panel btw. It's like Rung got bored of everything and decided to have a sit down whilst he figured out how to clean his glasses one-handed. Please, PLEASE, let the first panel of the next issue be him, looking at the stunned faces of his friends, saying “What?”

+It’s such a shame that the comics only have a few issues left, I’d have loved to have seen this storyline expanded upon. Imagine how the Cybertronian race would've reacted to seeing the God for real.

+Oh dear. How are Cyclonus and Drift going to take this? The Knights are fake and the gods walk among you as normal dudes.

+Oh, we still don't know what Rung turns into but it's probably to do with spark creation/storage.

+We also still don't know why Ratchet was fading away a few issues ago.

[aion-rsa]

Supernatural Season 15 Episode 17 Review: Unity

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This Supernatural review contains spoilers.

Supernatural Season 15, Episode 17

Only three episodes left after this, which means this episode had some serious ground to cover. 

The episodes in this COVID-19-delayed portion of the season had thus far felt a little filler-ish. There was some character building and emotional admissions that made it all worthwhile, but still felt like we were holding back from really digging into the meat of what this season is all about — stopping Chuck. At least that changed by the end of the previous episode when Sam and Dean argued over Jack’s role in stopping Chuck, and the pressure was on when they found that their world was next on Chuck’s To Do list. 

This episode, “Unity,” felt like we really hit Supernatural’s stride for the lead-in to the end. In a unique format for Supernatural, the episode is divided amongst the major players, starting with a name heading before each subsequent chapter. Portions of the runtime are devoted to Amara, Dean, Sam — each having their own revelations that will affect their immediate futures. 

After the initial episode setup where Sam and Dean decide to explore separate methods of taking down Chuck, the chapters start with Amara. She’s still living it up, enjoying the pleasures of life when she finally runs into Chuck. He wants her to help him do a “hard reset” on the Earth, so he can try again with some other creation. She wants him to see the beauty of his current creation. She tries, an effort that maybe could have been better accomplished if she’d been on the Earth a little longer. Maybe presenting Chuck with some groveling fans wasn’t the best plan. Afterall, he insists on being called “Chuck” not God, and reminders of his previous persona never seem to go over well with him.

Amara’s portion ends with temporarily trapping Chuck in the bunker and a suggestion of compromise. Amara wishes for a “true balance” between light and dark, something that bites her in the butt later on. Chuck, as selfish and vain as he’s become, pushes away all attempts to dissuade him from his destruction. Chuck has become such a brat, further illuminating how disillusioned the divine creator has become. Nothing is good enough for him. He’s over it all, and considers creation his failure.

When the story switches to Dean, we follow him and Jack as they hunt down the final ritual Jack needs to complete, which leads them to a shop that sells rocks and minerals. 

The test put to Jack is done brilliantly. One of the crystals before him was touched by the divine — but which one? It’s like choosing the Holy Grail in Indiana Jones — you best pick the right one or your adventure here is over. Jack picks one, then changes his answer. All of these, everything, contains a spark of the divine because it was brought into being by the Creator. That was a really beautiful and smart answer.

Alessandro Juliani brilliantly plays Adam, the first man, in this scene. If you’re like me you might have recognized him as Dr. Hamilton from Smallville nine years ago. The man does not age. Coincidentally portraying a man multiple thousands of years old, he doesn’t take on the beleaguered look of Cain who was weighed down by the many years he walked the Earth. Adam has laid back attitude of a modern hippie. He had plenty of time to come up with the solution — his own rib, a symbol of creation itself. 

The most important part in this chapter was how it ended — Dean finally says thank you to Jack for his pending sacrifice. Dean taking the time to say thank you here was part apology.

Dean and Jack’s relationship had been very strained ever since Mary’s death. It hadn’t helped that Jack heard Dean telling Sam that Jack wasn’t family. A while ago, before Jack losing his soul and killing Mary, the story was completely different. Jack had become the youngest Winchester brother in a sense, and these boys would have done anything for him. Jack represented the best of Kelly, his mother, and the potential for someone fated for bad things to become inherently good. In a sense, he mirrored Sam’s cursed life. Sam could have gone dark side — in fact, he walked that path a few times thanks to demon deals, losing his soul, giving in to Lucifer. Sam had the support system to overcome all that, which makes it all the more interesting that it’s Sam who forgave Jack and still considers him family. Sam can relate. 

In Sam’s portion of the story, he teams up with Castiel to try to find another way, eventually finding the key to Death’s door. In Billie’s place we find The Empty, dressed up as Meg 2.0. Sam has to come up with a story on the spot to get The Empty to spill some key details about Billie’s plan. This is a talent you know he’s perfected as a hunter — part of the job is lying to get information out of someone in order to solve a case.

Sam learns that The Empty has teamed up with Billie, because Billie wants to be the next God. The implications are horrible, but due to CW “Do Not Reveals,” I can only say it’s very fitting what the rest of her plan is. If you remember those many seasons ago when Billie was introduced and she told Sam how she would rule as Death.

The separate stories intertwined again at the Bunker, as Dean and Jack stumble forward to use Jack as the ultimate weapon, Sam rushes forth to reveal Billie’s plan, and Amara and Chuck have a heart to heart as they await the Winchesters. 

The story bounces between two sibling confrontations, one between the Winchesters and one between Amara and Chuck. 

Sam and Dean argue whether Chuck should even be killed. Dean yells, “We don’t have a choice!” while Sam argues back “We always have a choice!” It’s the Free Will debate all over again, and it’s happening at the most crucial and anxiety-inducing time. Dean’s drive to take out Chuck is so narrow minded, he just about chill with taking out his brother and everyone they care about in the process. He feels the sacrifice is worth it. No wonder he’s fine with Jack dying — he’s fine with a bunch of people dying if it means Chuck doesn’t get to write people’s destinies anymore. 

Sam’s talk with him is so emotional he’s shaking and crying. It was heartwrenching to see Sam in such a state, begging his brother to see the right way, that this wasn’t going to end well if they went through with it. 

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“What part of omniscient do you people not understand?” Chuck says, bursting into the scene. The Winchesters are always underestimating the power of the almighty Chuck. It is this that will lead us into the final three episodes.

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When You Can Handle The Lies, Backstabbing, and Unfair Treatment, Then You're Allowed To Be Famous

Most of us have fantasized about what it’d be like to be rich and famous. The paparazzi, the photoshoots, the money, the power, the adoring fans…but what we don’t seem to think about is what famous people tell us ALL THE TIME:

Being famous is unfair, AND it’s every person for himself/herself.

Now, most celebrities don’t flat out say this, but they’ll say it in roundabout ways or with cute little slogans like “Ain’t no friends in the game.”

We romanticize this and think it’s cool and trendy, but that shit would destroy 99% of us. The majority of us can’t handle the negative aspects of fame, and I’m not talking about the rumors and loss of privacy. I’m talking about how you’re essentially forfeiting loyalty and trust–which are things we regular folks take very seriously.

Allow me to explain.

In 2007, during Cycle 9 of “America’s Next Top Model,” Ebony Morgan was in the bottom two with Ambreal Williams. Ambreal was sent home, but Ebony opted to go home instead, thus allowing Ambreal to stay.

Now, five years later, during Cycle 18, Eboni Davis and Alisha White were in the bottom two. Eboni was eliminated, but Alisha opted to forfeit. Same situation, right? Well Eboni was told she’s still going home.

You may explain this away by saying “Well maybe the rules changed.” But THAT’S why you can’t handle fame, silly rabbit. You just don’t get it:

There are no rules in Hollywood.

You’re so used to rules and laws and consistency, but in the fame game, that doesn’t exist. It is solely up to Tyra Banks (and the producers) to decide whom to eliminate. It doesn’t matter if all of America says you’re the best. It doesn’t matter if the “judges” are being hypocrites. Nothing matters. You don’t matter. They don’t care about you, and that’s something most of us can’t deal with.

In fact, the winners of “Top Model” have come out and said they’re not taken seriously in the modeling world, so it’s hard for them to book jobs and gigs. And it’s not like Tyra Banks is using her name to get them jobs. She doesn’t give a damn. Their usefulness is over as far as she’s concerned. Boom. Bye. On to the next wannabe model.

I’ll give you another example.

Janet Hubert portrayed Vivian Banks on “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” from 1990-1993. She once told a story how Countess Vaughn (Moesha, The Parkers, Hollywood Divas) once auditioned for a role on “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” and was given the part. Now, before taping a show, the actors and actresses sit around and do what’s called a table read.

They literally sit at a table together and read the script aloud while the writers and executives and producers are there taking notes to decide what they want to change.

Anyway, Countess is there reading her lines and everyone is laughing. They love her. She’s perfect for the role and she’s excited about taping her episode. She goes home…and they never call her back. She doesn’t know what happened. Some time later, she runs into Janet and asks what happened. Janet explained that Will Smith was afraid she’d upstage him, so he had her dropped.

Nobody fought for Countess. When she got dropped, they just went on with their lives. Nobody even tried to contact her and say “Hey, look…this is what’s happening…”

Now before you say Janet is making up lies and is bitter, Countess alludes to this very story in an episode of Hollywood Divas:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04cTELr5Fxc

We regular folks aren’t used to be being treated like that. Imagine if you got a job and were told on your way home from the interview, “Actually we want somebody of a different race.” You’d sue, and win. But you can’t do that in Hollywood.

You can get fired from a movie for being too young (Stuart Townsend from “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring”).

You can get fired and have your scenes re-done by a replacement (Chloe Grace Moretz in “Bolt”).

You can spend months recording all your lines AS THE MAIN CHARACTER and get fired because the gender of the character changes (Holly Hunter in “Chicken Little”).

It doesn’t even matter. As I said, in Hollywood, you don’t matter. Very few people actually give a damn about you. Now take this a step further and imagine being a person of color in Hollywood. Those three people I just mentioned are all white. If they’ll do that to white folks, imagine what people of color endure.

Even your bandmates who you’ve grown up and were your best friends for ten years will leave you in the dust at the drop of a hat. Remember what happened to Destiny’s Child?

If you don’t, long story short, best friends Beyoncé Knowles, Kelly Rowland, LaTavia Roberson and LeToya Luckett formed a band known as Destiny’s Child. After two platinum-selling albums, one day in early 2000, their music video “Say My Name” premiered with two new members, Farrah Franklin and Michelle Williams in the band, lip-synching over LaTavia’s and LeToya’s vocals.

There was no announcement. No press conference. No nothing. Just boom. LaTavia and LeToya didn’t even know they had been fired until, like everyone else, the video premiered. After a whole bunch of back and forth and “he said, she said,” it later came out LaTavia and LeToya were having disagreements with their manager, Mathew Knowles, the father of Beyoncé. He was the group’s manager AND the manager of the four singers individually.

LaTavia and LeToya fired Mathew as their personal managers due to financial reasons and for the way he was allegedly mistreating them. He responded by hiring two new singers and the show went on until Farrah Franklin quit due to Mathew’s alleged mistreatment five months later. Destiny’s Child told the public for years that Farrah couldn’t “handle” being famous, but the truth is she asked too many questions like why was Solange Knowles (Beyoncé’s younger sister) getting a cut out of the band’s paycheck as a backup dancer when she not once danced….until after Farrah quit. She also didn’t like that she, Michelle, and Kelly had to go to tanning salons to appear darker so Beyoncé would be the lighter one, she became sick overseas and nobody seemed to care, Mathew would literally yell at her and verbally abuse her….she couldn’t take it anymore so she left.

How would you feel if you quit a job due to unfair treatment, but everyone was told it was because you “couldn’t handle” the job?

Still think you could handle it?

Ok, big shot. Try this on for size.

Karan Ashley portrayed Aisha Campbell on “Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers” from 1993-1995. It’s a bit complicated, but the creator of the show was making millions of dollars from the success of the show, and the actors weren’t paid very much. Keep in mind, “Power Rangers” was one of the most successful shows in the US, and the actors’ likenesses for toys, video games, and all sorts of merchandise was being used…and they didn’t get a dime for it. In fact, Walter Emmanuel Jones portrayed Zack Taylor from 1993-1994 in 81 episodes, and lived with roommates the entire time. That’s how little he was paid.

When 20th Century Fox approached “Power Rangers” to make a movie, the actors were severely lowballed with how much they’d get paid. He, along with co-stars Thuy Trang and Austin St. John asked for more, they were rejected, so they quit. Karan Ashley, Steve Cardenas, and Johnny Yong Bosch (who is half-Korean and was told by producers to use his mother’s maiden name of Yong in his name to seem more Asian…because, I guess, nobody can tell you’re Asian unless your mother says so) were immediately hired as replacements and filmed the movie.

Anyway, in 1995, Karan Ashley wants to be let go from the show. Not only do they film for about 16hrs per day, but again, the pay is low. She’s told her character will be given a ten-episode story that will have her leave the series.

So the actors go on a much needed two-week break after 61 episodes, and when they return, Karan is told “Oh, we don’t need you anymore. You can go.” Just like that. No ten-episode story. No going-away party. No nothing. Boom. Gone. Bye. And the show just went on without her.

I could go on and on with similar stories.

Mo’Nique’s show being cancelled despite being the top-rated show on BET at the time of its cancellation.

Cree Summer being fired from playing Meg on “Family Guy” as she’s on her way to work.

John Amos and Esther Rolle being fired from “Good Times” after complaining the JJ Evans character was stereotypical, but the press being told they were envious of the character’s success.

Jamie Lynn Spears getting pregnant at 16 years old, so all the actors lose their jobs on “Zoey 101.”  

But I’m telling you these stories to say being famous is simply not fair.

You get fired from jobs for reasons that aren’t your fault. Promises are routinely broken. Your friends and co-workers don’t stick up for you. There’s no consistency. People say one thing and do another all the time. You’re lied to all the time. And nobody cares because it’s done to them, too.

Think of all the times you were treated unfairly or lied on or lied to or did a whole bunch of work for nothing…now imagine that happening pretty much every single day.

That, ladies and gents, is what it’s like to be famous.

[meganlpie]

The Other Stark

Anonymous asked: Hi, Meg. Can I request Steve Rogers one-shot? The reader is related to Tony, like his sister or something, kidnapped by HYDRA and made into an Enhanced(you can pick powers). She’s really quiet and nerdy almost the opposite of Tony and Steve finds her endearing.

Here is your one-shot, anon! I do not own Steve, Tony or Clint. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping and experimentation, mentions of injury and fluff

Pairings: Steve Rogers x fem!Stark reader, Tony Stark, Clint Barton

“Come on, Y/N! I know you can do better than that!” Clint yelled at you as he knocked another arrow. You were panting and sweat was rolling down your body. Learning to use these powers of yours was harder than you thought. You couldn’t seem to hold it together long enough, but you knew that you needed to learn. You had to get this. If not for your sake then for the safety of the team, your brother included.

               Several months before, your brother Tony and the rest of the team had rescued you from a HYDRA base. You’d been kidnapped and experimented on. Soon, you could produce force fields out of thin air. It was an amazing ability. If only you could keep a force field up longer than a few seconds. That’s when Clint decided to train you. You were supposed to be blocking his arrows, but you weren’t doing a very good job. You’d barely missed being hit several times.

               Steve was watching your training session with a small smile on his face. Yes, you were struggling but there was a fire in your eyes that Steve admired. That wasn’t all Steve liked about you. He liked that you were soft spoken unless you were passionate about a subject. He liked that you got excited about the small things, such as when Tony brought you your favorite donuts. He liked that you didn’t poke fun at him for being “old”. Mostly, he liked that you tried to stay positive, despite everything you’d been through.

               "I’m trying, Clint!“ you growled out, catching Steve’s attention. You almost never got angry. Sighing, Steve got up and made his way over to you. He placed a careful hand on your shoulder. You glanced back at him. "She needs some help, Cap.” You groaned. “I don’t know what else I can do, Steve. I’m trying. Really I am.” Steve smiled and Clint wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “We know you are, Y/N. Why don’t we take a break for today?”

               "I’m sorry, Clint.“ The archer shrugged. "No big deal. I know you can get this. You just need something to help you out. Maybe next time I’ll get Tony in here and shoot at him.” You glared at him and Steve rolled his eyes. Clint laughed and left the room. You turned to face Steve and he saw the worry in your eyes.

               "Hey, what is it?“ Steve asked. "I’m not getting any better, Steve. What if, when it comes down to it, I can’t protect myself or one of you?” Steve blinked in surprise. It never failed to amaze him how different you were from your brother. Tony had all the confidence in the world or at least that’s what he portrayed while your confidence came and went.

               Steve gently gripped your upper arms and looked into your (e/c) eyes. “Y/N, I have every confidence that you can do this. I know you can.” You gave him  a watery smile. “Thanks, Steve,” you replied before wrapping your arms around him. He rested his chin on your head as he held you close, trying to comfort you.

               "Hands off the sister, Rogers,“ Tony’s voice came from the doorway, making you jump and hit Steve’s jaw. "Ow,” you whimpered at the same time Steve said it. “How about you mind your own business, Tony.” you told him, rubbing your head. Then you whispered to Steve, “Sorry, Steve.” He shrugged and chuckled. “Did you want something, Tony?” Steve asked and your brother nodded. “Yeah. Mission from Fury and Y/N has to come with us.” Your eyes widened. Were you ready for this?

               No…no you weren’t. Try as you might, you couldn’t seem to hold a force field for long. Luckily Natasha had been training you to fight so you were able to defend yourself somewhat. But you soon felt the fatigue from dodging bullets. It wasn’t until you saw that Steve was in immediate danger that you were able to do anything.

               From your peripheral, you saw the gunman with his gun aimed at Steve. You panicked at first, but you knew you had to do something. “Steve!” you cried out, running over and willing a force field to protect him.  The bullet bounced off the force field and you smiled. You were so focused, you didn’t notice the second gunman until it was too late. “Y/N!” Steve threw his shield at both HYDRA agents and ran over to you. You sank down to the ground and hit your head. Steve’s blurry face hovered over you before your eyes closed.

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               You felt someone holding your hand when you came to. A soft groan escaped your lips as you tried to open your eyes and were blinded by bright lights. “Hey there, Sweetpea,” your brother’s voice cut through your haze. Another groan came forth before you could finally open your eyes. “Tony.” Your voice was hoarse and soft, but Tony heard you anyway.

               "You know, the whole point of having a defensive power is to protect yourself,“ he joked in typical Tony fashion. "Shut up. I was protecting someone else. Where’s Steve?” Tony scoffed. “You really like the guy, don’t you?” You chuckled once before wincing. “That obvious?” Your brother rolled his eyes. “You practically sacrificed yourself for the old man. I’d say it’s pretty obvious.”

               Tony gave you a smile and patted your hand. “You haven’t slept. You need to go get some sleep.” Tony got up and kissed your forehead. “Now that you’re up, I can do just that. I’ll send the Capsicle in.” Tony left the room and Steve entered a moment later.

               He approached your bed and took your hand in his. “Why did you do that? You didn’t have to. You could have protected yourself.” It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. “I didn’t see him and, even if I had, I wouldn’t change what I did. You’re more important to the team than I am.” Steve sank down into the chair.

               "Don’t say that. Please. I don’t know what I would have done had you died. You’re just as important to the team as I am. You’re just as important to me…“ Steve trailed off, unsure of whether or not he should continue. "I am?” He nodded, his baby blues focusing on your face. “You’re important to me too, Steve.”

               Steve smiled and kissed your hand. “When you’re up to it, I’d love to take you dancing, Doll.” You laughed lightly. “I’d like, although I think you’ll have to teach me. I’m not a very good dancer. Tony got all the dancing genes.” Steve cleared his throat and, still smiling, he said, “I guess we’ll have to learn together.”

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(a/n: I hope you enjoy it, lovely!)

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