#sargeant hatred

[6kuros]

yay

[iamsweetchaos]

the mighty monarch and then some guys

[solaireverie]

logan robbed charles robbed oscar robbed f1 fans robbed good NIGHT

[leclerc-s]

big reputations - part five

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ASKING DANIEL RICCIARDO THE MOST POPULAR F1 FAN QUESTIONS

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user1 this interview further proves that max is daniel’s emotional support boyfriend.

↳ user2 was that ever up for debate?

↳ user1 no, but you get what i mean.

user3 oh, he’s got those stupid stars in his eyes again. this man is down bad.

user4 i love how he never brushes off questions about daphne. every single time he answers the questions about her

↳ user5 take notes joe alwyn. this is how you talk about mother daphne.

↳ user4 the shade towards joe. this fandom will never let him rest.

user6 these two are never beating the dating allegations.

↳ user7 i don't think they want to

↳ user6 oh for sure, these two want to know how far this whole thing is going to go

user8 even if they aren't dating it's such an adorable friendship

↳ user9 it'll be official when he meets ryan and blake. that's when you know they are actually dating.

↳ user8 or when she meets christian and max, oh wait.

↳ user9 that's actually a good point

user10 someone stop this man from being so down bad for daphne.

user11 i am loving that max is daphne and daniel's third wheel.

↳ user12 i'm living for max teasing daniel. you know this man does it constantly and never let's daniel rest

↳ user11 oh i know max has never given him a moment of peace.

george russell everyday i am reminded that daphne jones fans are a different breed.

lando norris i would ask why but i have been on twitter today. apparently dts is trending on netflix

alex albon charles, mate, you've got the daphne fans crying.

charles leclerc oh god, what did i do now?

fernando alonso season 1 episode 8 charles leclerc oh.

daniel ricciardo is that why we're trending? i thought old tweets of mine were found and i was getting cancelled

esteban ocon have you said things that’ll get you cancelled?

daniel ricciardo no, but it’s a genuine fear estie! max verstappen at the ‘girlies’ have joined in on our mutual hatred for zak (oscar and lando you saw nothing) oscar piastri never thought i would see the day max verstappen said ‘girlies’

yuki tsunoda added one person

yuki tsunoda speaking of daphne jones ARE YOU TWO DATING RICCIARDO??

george russell yuki who did you add??

unknown number hello, it's liam lawson. george russell oh cool.

daniel ricciardo i don't feel like i have to expose my personal life to you people. i already see you too much.

max verstappen stop being a pussy and ask her out.

daniel ricciardo how about you shut the fuck up for once?

charles leclerc in the words of arthur, 'uh oh, the girls are fighting'

logan sargeant arthur's chronically online so it doesn't surprise me that he knows what that is.

valtteri bottas have you asked her out daniel?

nico hülkenberg i have to admit this is the highlight of my year, have you done it yet ricciardo??

kevin magnussen yes, have you?

mark webber MAN UP RICCIARDO! FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!

jenson button no pressure or anything, but have you?

daniel ricciardo oh for fucks sake. i hate all of you.

liam lawson i'm so confused.

liam lawson i thought they were dating already? considering what ajdbfwei

max verstappen sorry, liam is currently out of commission.

george russell why is that so fucking threatening? what did you do verstappen?

max verstappen nothing. liam is just out of it for the next 20-30 minutes

sergio perez i have never seen max's body move so fast. i fear liam is unconscious.

carlos sainz what the hell is happening?

daniel ricciardo what the hell did you do to liam? is he okay?

max verstappen liam is okay. i pinky swear it.

daphne jones what happened?

max verstappen i was not going to let liam ruin the magnificent plan that i made. he had to be silenced.

daniel ricciardo you make it sound like you killed the poor guy

daphne jones he makes it sound like he's a mafia hitman

max verstappen i could totally be a hitman.

daniel ricciardo cat-dad verstappen could never be a hitman. mad-max however is a different story.

max verstappen i could be a hitman who loves cats. hitmen have many sides to them daniel.

daniel ricciardo do you think this man could be a hitman?

daphne jones that man could never be a hitman

daniel ricciardo could max be a hitman?

charles leclerc absolutely not oscar piastri no fucking way sabrina carpenter i'm going to need context but the answer is no

max verstappen fuck you guys. i could be hitman.

daphne jones face it max, you could never be one.

sabrina carpenter however this version of max and charles could totally be hitmen

charles leclerc how the hell?

sabrina carpenter tiktok is a wonderful place.

daphne jones i thought it was the countless twitter tags asking if you had seen it already? sabrina carpenter oh no it came up on my for you page. it was a video called f1 quotes i quote on the daily. i, of course spiralled when i saw that specific part.

sabrina carpenter my favorite driver is kimi.

charles leclerc well he's retired. so who's your favorite driver on the grid right now?

sabrina carpenter fernando alonso

daniel ricciardo wow, that's so mean.

oscar piastri i would've said the same thing just to annoy you.

daniel ricciardo look who's no longer my favorite grid son

charles leclerc what the fuck? i'm a part of this group chat too.

daniel ricciardo you're on thin fucking ice until you tell xavi off or someone at ferrari.

max verstappen you can't seriously still be bitter about singapore

daniel ricciardo OF COURSE I CAN! HE WAS SACRIFICED MAX! LIKE A LAMB TO SLAUGHTER! I CAN BE BITTER IF HE WON'T!

sabrina carpenter i think charles has no choice but to enter his reputation era.

oscar piastri not yet, he hasn't hit rock bottom yet. charles leclerc and, in the rookie's opinion, what is rock bottom? oscar piastri dnf, dns, dsq max verstappen if at any point charles gets dsq'd i will be calling oscar a psychic. daniel ricciardo WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT OUT THERE OSCAR??

sabrina carpenter so, mom, dad, are we going to qatar??

oscar piastri yeah, mom and dad, will you be at qatar?

max verstappen they went from being two strangers to mom and dad to three children in span of a few months.

charles leclerc he's only a few years older than me, how is he my father?

sabrina carpenter you dare argue with the twitter giriles?

charles leclerc no?

sabrina carpenter then congrats, you are now mine and oscar's older brother.

oscar piastri charles right now

max verstappen he should save that energy for xavi and ferrari

charles leclerc don't tempt me to crash into you max. i'll do it. then we'll have to wait another weekend to see you crowned world champion again

daphne jones THAT'S THIS WEEKEND? OH WE DEFINITELY HAVE TO BE A QATAR!

sabrina carpenter via air max?

max verstappen who told the pop girl about air max?

sabrina carpenter once again, tiktok is a wonderful place max verstappen once again, i hate you so much sabrina carpenter stay pressed sid. i'm their child and you are simply daniel's mistress. oscar piastri what is it the twitter people say? gagged him.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! can you tell i started rewatching dts now that the season is over? i actually do cry everytime i watch episode 8 of season 1. personally, i love suzuka, but i think the fia's choices with putting tractors on the track has given it a bad history. anyways, hope you enjoyed this, it's a little sad but i never write sad stuff so this is new.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet. enjoy!

[non-stop-imagines]

MEE RELEASE THE ARCHIVES BABE

Thank you for this. It kick started my creativity. I have soooo many WIPs that I'm excited to show you guys and my ideas need somewhere to land, so why not here.

I'm also gonna link this to my Masterlist so I can link the finished products to both and people are able to choose how they decide which fic to read.

(A bunch of barely coherent brainstorming under the cut 😚 And this apparently will be changing and updated whenever I think of it so keep checking back 💖)

Works in progress/ideas by driver:

Lewis Hamilton

- Something with the vibe of Angel of Mine by Monica because that song reminds me of him every time it comes on and I desperately want to try writing for Lewis again

Another song one. Ours by Taylor Swift. You both are very busy but very in love and will always make time for each other. No matter what.

Max Verstappen

Raincheck sneak peek here (Intense hatred between Max and the reader can only last so long.)

Big brother Max trying to help his sister out but is block by his father at EVERY TURN. (Tyla faceclaim and the request alone has me obsessed with her now. I absolutely love her.

Different things to add to Repeat That Au; Big sister, best friend and a lot of pregnancy talk (including something that links in the On Display Au courtesy of my ♥️ anon)

Lando Norris

Lando flirting with his PR manager who is a few years older.

Two words: Uncle. Lando.

Something to the song Making Whoopee by Frank Sinatra bc Lando seems like the type of guy to do anything for the girl he wants to fu k really badly. Wedding. Home. Baby. Whole nine yards. Big simp energy. The best type of energy

More from the Valentine Au because it's cute and I love it

Lance Stroll

Fake dating. We love when besties fake date and fall in love 😙

Oscar Piastri

Oscar loves his wife. Talks about her all the time. But no one knows they're married??? A little sneaky peek (that is barely put together):

"Your girlfriend is into astrology. I made the mistake of telling her my birthday." Lando spoke, twirling his flags, not seeing the extremely confused look Oscar was giving him.

"Girlfriend?" Lando looked up at his teammate and given him an equally confused face, believing his comment was quite clear.

"Uh, yeah? Yn?" Lando was so matter of fact, and yet had no idea how wrong he was.

"Yn's my wife. We're married."

"BUT YOU'RE BABIES!?"

"YOU'RE TWO YEARS OLDER THAN US!

More for Girl Almighty bc we have to see how the reader and Oscar do driving against each other

Charles Leclerc

Cocoa Butter Kisses-Charles is mesmerizing by your everything shower routine and how good you smell when you're done

Rockstar-undercover soft girl-reader; another smutty one; just gotta figure out the direction I was to take it

Wedding Night-Self explanatory;smut and aftercare (almost done with the smut, just gotta do the aftercare)

More stuff from My Biggest Fan Au bc who doesn't love Charles and Gianna 🥹

Something to I Wish by 1D with Pierre. You and Charles are literally the perfect couple. The entire way through. (See the ideas for Pierre for his part in the plot)

Logan Sargeant

Thanksgiving with the Fam and our very own Mr. America gets to experience a black Thanksgiving (yes I did get that suggestion right after Thanksgiving. Let's not talk about that 😔)

Something with the vibe of Wouldn't it be Nice by The Beach Boys bc apparently I think Logan is the purest little boy on the grid and just wants to live a happy life with his girlfriend

Carlos Sainz

More for Mírame Au (stay tuned bc there will come a time where I open request for suggestions for this 😚)

Esteban Ocon

Man's will be pining for Lewis' personal assistant and it will become a viral F1 moment.

Daniel Ricciardo

Reader can't stand sisters new boyfriend, and Daniel can't stand the fact that his girlfriends identical twin sister hates him, but feelings change, just not for the better

Handled: The Backstory (How reader and Daniel meet and fall for each other 😚) yes it will be smutty

Something based off the song "Would You Go with Me" because it is very Daniel and I don't know how to explain it

What do you think the opposite of On Display would be? (Hint: jealous Danny 😚)

More for On Display, but I might make her an OC to make another fic suggestion (look under Max ideas) a bit easier to write.

Fernando Alonso

Fernando and reader are literally each other's muse, he talk about her all the time and he inspires and entire album (and makes his music video debut)

Fernando gets some plants to impress reader; now he the plant dad to her plant mom and it's an inside jokes between family and friends

Fernandos favorite pass time is picking the readers hair color

Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian only wants one thing: For everyone to know how much he loves his ballerina girlfriend. Another little sneak peek (that, again, is just barely put together):

"Yes. You are in the presence...of the first...black Sugar Plum Fairy for the New York City Ballet." Your cheeks were sore from smiling, but nothing could dull your shine right now. Your friends that were hovering around you finally crowd around and give you tight loving squeezes, greeting Sebastian on your phone and bragging on your accomplishment.

"Sebastian! How does it feel to be dating the best principal dancer in the history of the New York City Ballet?" Your friend, Julia, hooks her arms over your shoulders and presses her mouth to your temple.

"I'm just glad I get to be her boyfriend. That's my title now. Sebastian Vettel, boyfriend Yn, New York City Ballett Principal Dancer and first black NYCB Sugar Plum Fairy.

Pierre Gasly

Introducing new OC!Eve (Chloe Bailey faceclaim);my way of introducing the readers sister into the Repeat That Au; we get to start off with a small backstory

I Wish-1D; Pierre's got it BAD. Go listen to the song. His POV is the song. It's heartbreaking and I love it so much. Probably one of the first fics that doesn't have a happy ending.

Maxiel

Trying get someone to buy you and Daniel a drink goes wrong

[ronsenthal]

Part four of Jess Reads Fierce Valor we are walking towards the end of the WWII and also the end of the book

Notes: Y'all know the drill, I highly recommend that (if you can) read the book and take your own conclusions, this is my view from my experience reading it blablabla

nothing much insane happens at first as they are at Haguenau, just Speirs not letting sick pneumonia Lipton sleep on the floor so he ordered him to get to the bed while he spend the night on a sleeping bag

oh yes Webster being a poet describing Winters and Speirs as they were planning the patrol, they were in front of a creek, with some maps and aerial pictures and just random gesturing, he said he was inspired by those two tactical nerds

now it gets crazy and there is gossip about *cleans throat* GHOSTS and they were kinda blaming Speirs as they thought it was the ghosts of the prisioners from Normandy (????) that he killed????there were some accounts of spooky stuff going on even Nixon got some tales to tell, something with ammo carts moving around when nobody was touching it lmao

so as we know the first patrol was considered a success, but the second one never happened because WINTERS ordered them to sleep that night and come in the next morning with the news that they couldn't get any prisoners, pretty awesome if you ask me

they do the lottery thing but instead of Shifty one of his best friends won it as was released, they didn't mention it was rigged BUT it was his bff after all, so who knows (we do know)

HE MADE THE MEN WASH THEIR UNIFORMS like boil them down to take off the dirt and make their boots shiny again. We have Webster saying he liked Speirs and talks about his sincere smile that was endearing, really touching stuff

Lipton tells us how Speirs didn't drink or smoke and tried to stay in good shape BUT we have Webster saying previously that he had stained tobacco teeth so what is the truth???

when he got promoted to captain he got drunk and cried in front of Lipton??? because he was so ashamed of his behaviour and keep saying how he always took care of himself by not drinking or smoking??? and now they ruined him, but again what is the truth?

finally Berchtesgaden and we have Webster saying that Speirs more than once said that "there was an inverse ratio between courage and looting" while Malarkey said he was the worst looter, again the account don't seem to agree which is quite normal when it's about this man

the crazy vengeful bitch destroyed a fucking Mercedes, the account of the book is slightly different from what Webster told in his book, in this book they say that one of his sargeants found the car and but Speirs pulled rank on him and got the car that apparently was Göring's??? anyway from there is pretty much the same,

listen this is funny because they tried to pull a prank on him but he was smarter (word spread about the prank before it took place). Sargeant Mercier got his hand on some german officer's uniform, put it on and had some guards to take him to Speirs desk in full uniform, "Sir we captured this german officer what should we do??" to which he calmy and firmly said "Shoot him" and then Mercier broke character and Speirs told him to get out of the uniform and stop messing around

Webster telling that on VE day Speirs was throwing empty bottles of champagne and shooting it from his balcony, he and some sargeant named Carson were shooting bottles as target practise and Talbert came furious with the latter, because a certain Captain banned the careless use of bullets, so he was down after the guy but saw Speirs with him, and he was like "oopsie forgot my own order" and Talbert didn't liked Speirs at all and it was one of the reasons of his resignation, he wrote some letters to Winters confirming his hatred

okay so now we have de Chuck Grant incident, he was FURIOUS and ordered a manhunt, he joined them after securing that Grant would be taken care and was at good hands at the hospital, but yes according to Malarkey the "When you talk to an officer you say sir" did happened and he hit the idiot with his gun

after that the party was over, even Sink was pissed off and wished that someone (Speirs) had killed the replacement who shot Grant. Some rules were then set in place like cars and guns curfews, no drinking, not friendly activities with civilians and he got tougher again, he was even described as draconian during this time

we have some more accounts of Webster and Winters praising him as a CO and after being on Germany and Austria they were sent back to France

ah yes his wife Edwyna divorced him after her former husband was found alive in a german prison, so he was alone and lonely on his journey back to the US after the war

okay from now we are going toward the start of his long ass military career I think there are only two chapters left on the book

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[fetus-cakes]

Thoughts on Unicorn Wars

(spoilers ahead) When I first watched the trailer I thought that this felt like a sketch from Rick and Morty: take something considered wholesome, infantile and (depending your definition) feminine and combine it with something considered hypermasculine: the army. Fortunately I knew this was not going to be their take on it because the director is Alberto Vázquez, from Birdboy/Psychonauts; and his style is what I would call “children’s apocalypse”.

I think this movie would have been extremely tiring if it was done with the post-irony humour of Rick and Morty and honestly one of the things I love about it is that it is not. The movie does its take on this subject completely straight and while there is some humour on the characters having names like Sgt. Snuggles; you quickly get caught up in the emotional army drama that is the central plot. 

One of the things I enjoyed early on is that this movie was giving us a view of what would toxic masculinity look like in a world that’s obviously inspired by Care Bears and early MLP: what we get is men fighting over who looks cuddlier and huggable, combined with very physical fights and their results. 

When I say that that the movie takes it subject matter seriously, that does not mean it glorifies the army or being in the armed forces: quite the opposite. This movie is extremely cynical about what being a soldier means. Our main character Bluey is a soldier because he selfishly wants to be “the best” at everything; the other soldiers don’t know what they’re getting into and their motivation is a “holy war” that is deconstructed from the first scene. Even their immediate superiors have no idea what they’re fighting against: we see their sargeant fall apart mentally much quicker than the new recruits (and it’s implied that it’s not because he’s seen this too many times, rather that he is seeing it for the first time). The guys at the top of the army know what’s going on and reveal to audience that there’s no reason to keep this holy war going except to keep themselves in power. There’s nearly a verbatim line that the people need an enemy to hate or they’ll notice how fucked up the power structure in their society is. 

Fascinatingly, for a movie that’s so so cynical about the army and using religion as a vehicle for genocide, the soldier chaplain is never presented as a corrupt character. He believes the holy war motivation as much as the other soldiers (perhaps even more so), but there’s a quiet self confidence he has that we don’t see in any other character. He is capable and self assured at all times; which is highlighted when other soldiers are falling apart emotionally around him. Interestingly we don’t see him trying to incite hatred against unicorns among the other soldiers too often, he’s more preoccupied in supporting them morally and spiritually. He even ends up committing suicide with a grenade to kill a group of unicorns and save his fellows. It’s fascinating because he experiences zero character growth in this time in the movie: he lives and he dies being completely convinced that this is the right course of action. Nothing about him was fake, even though as the audience we know that the reason for war is false. 

I would argue that his role is taken over by Bluey in the latter half of the movie: someone who is completely convinced that this holy war is correct and necessary and will stop at nothing to see it through. What makes Bluey a terrifying villain is that he’s now finally someone with the power and resources to actually accomplish the unicorn genocide. 

Major spoilers for the ending below!

I think it was a very good decision not have Tubby confront other teddy bears and try to convince them that unicorns are actually good at the climax of the movie. It’s something we’ve seen before in How to Train Your Dragon and the like. Besides, there was not a single positive thing that the bear army had to offer Tubby, it would make no sense for him to try to reason with them as an ally. It DOES make sense to try to reason and find mutual ground with his brother. 

The movie gave hints since the beginning (since the first line?) that whoever drank the blood of the last unicorn would be cursed to be a beautiful and powerful being. I really thought this meant that whoever drank the blood would become the new being: but in the movie Bluey is absorbed into a flesh mass along with his brother and Maria and the three of them become a human being. 

I talked with a friend and we agreed that it would have been more thematically consistent if the human had burst forth from Bluey’s body like a chestburster: a painful and violent “birth” and not at all what Bluey was promised by his army and his faith. The flesh mass made it confusing as to why the prophecy said that someone (presumably a teddy bear) had to drink the blood of the last unicorn.

Another thing we talked about was that if both brothers were absorbed to make the human being, it would be nice to have a visual cue that something of the bears was passed on to the human. A really good final shot of the movie could have been the human staring at the camera with one eye being unmistakably Bluey’s. Even better: this person has heterochromia and one is Bluey’s and the other one is Tubby’s? 

I do like to think that this new human inherited both Bluey’s capacity of cruelty and Tubby’s capacity for selfless kindness, because I do think that every person is capable of both things. 

New thought: what if all the bears and unicorns had died, and then a single ape came out from the burnt forest and ate Maria’s flesh and became a human being?

[namorslutfanfiction]

Fic idea.

Angst namor x reader.

Reader is out for blood. Her brother was part of the American expedition to find vibranium that Namor and his soldiers completely annihilated.

A year passes and reader is part of an American mission to attack talokan now that they have entered the global sphere of knowledge. Reader knows for sure that Namor personally threw their brother to his death.

The special forces mission is meant to be reconnaissance now that they have an idea of Talokan's actual location. Your fellow soldiers happen amongst a couple young Talokanil and kidnap them.

You are against this and stop the others from hurting the kids. Instead fighting them off, releasing the children back into water and being thrown into the deep ocean waters without any protection.

The children save you and drag you to Namor's caves. Your body is damaged from the pressure and drowning. The children are grandchildren to the resident Talokan Shaman who makes the decision to give you the special potion that made them what they are, to save you and thank you.

Namor arrives right as it is given to you and explodes in a fit of rage. You do not ingest it completely and do not turn blue but you can now breathe underwater and are healing. He locks you up for being part of the attempted attack.

The children vouch for you but Namor is furious that an outsider was given the precious potion. When you wake there's a whole stand off with Namor. Your hatred and his clashing.

He keeps you prisoner but does not let you starve and allows you a bed. The children sneak in to visit you. Because of them Namor doesn't kill you but he doesn't know what to do with you.

He watches you interact with the children. Eventually you tell him about your brother. He doesn't apologize but explains that death is necessary in a war.

You ask to see Talokan and to see what else has changed for you after drinking the potion. Namor allows it but wants you chained to attuma.

You discover that once you are submerged you are the same as the Talokanil. But when you rise into the air and shore you go back to being a normal ish human.

Namor hates this. Practically blames you for somehow being allowed access to both worlds when his people did not. Cue physical fight and the children stepping in front of the king to protect you.

Namor sends you back to the surface. Not wanting anything to do with you. When you arrive home, surprisingly alive. You are arrested for treason and kept a secret.

The Americans plan to attack Talokan on the grounds of them taking you and possibly killing you, hence them keeping your return a secret.

You break free and try to get to Talokan before the Americans do. You get there just in time to warn Namor but he thinks you led them there.

Talokan is under attack and you surprise namor by fighting by his side. Talokan is winning but your old Sargeant is determined to kill you for interfering with the whole plan. Namor fights by your side but you end up being impaled in an act of saving Namor's life.

Namor kills your Sargeant in retaliation. You're dying in his arms with him whispering his apologies for everything. He takes you to the Shaman who gives you more of the potion in an attempt to save you.

It does or it doesn't. Not sure how it would end.

Just a little thought.

[noonesgaylikegatson]

Thoughts on older gay men like Mr Menno, Dennis Noel Kavanaugh, Fred Sargeant, etc and supporters (white or otherwise) like theneonrequiem making fun of Queers for Palestine?

They laugh about how they will throw off people from QFP off a building and make other crude jokes but im like. people have died. people are still dying.

For supposedly caring about those who are 'same sex attracted', they sure love making jokes at the expense of gay palestinians..

I think its disgusting. Are we for human rights or are we for not? Are we for the protection of human life or are we not?

If a Gay Palestinian dies under the Israeli's government indiscriminate rocket fire and Netanyahu's incompetence, he will never get the chance to live free. There will no society to change. There will be no people liberate.

I find the constant hatred of liberalism from both the left and right to be very alarming. The idea of protecting human life and individuality, regardless of who they are. Upholding freedom and being intolerant to all intolerance.

To the citizenry of the western world, the people of Palestine and Israel are not real people, just symbols, pieces of an ideological game they play against each other. They will be whatever we need them to be. They will dehumanize them to their advantage.

[umflowers]

l o l sainz, sargeant, when either of you can get through a race weekend without putting yourselves and/or someone else in a wall you can comment on or gesture at how lewis does fuckin' anything ignoring sexual harassment and calling it a distraction? i'm like 400% done with half-assed hatred of everyone on that grid.

[molliemoo3]

About me

Mollie (also go by Mol), 20, from the north west of England

I try to watch all F1, F2 , F3, FE and Indycar races but timeszones are a bitch so will probably miss some

Drivers I Support

F1 - Danny Ric, Lance Stroll, Valtteri Bottas, George Russell, Alex Albon, Esteban Ocon, Zhou Guanyu, and Logan Sargeant

F2 - Dennis Hauger (the main one will sacrifice the rest for him to win the championship), Jak Crawford, Paul Aron, and sort of Juan Manuel Correa, Franco Colapinto, and Kush Maini

F3 - Luke Browning, Martinius Stenshorne, Mari Boya, Sami Meguetounif, Tim Tramnitz, Kacper Sztuka, and Alex Dunne

Indycar - Marcus Armstrong, Pato O'ward, Felix Rosenqvist, Tom Blomqvist, Josef Newgarden, Alexander Rossi, and David Malukas.

FE - most of em tbh but mainly - JEV, Pascal Wehrlein, Seb Buemi, Max Gunther, Sam Bird, Norman Nato, Stoffel Vandoorne, and Jehan Daruvala.

WEC/ELMS - Mick Schumacher, Fred Vesti, Clément Novalak, Callum Ilott, Jenson Button, the Iron Dames, and all the people on the FE list that also do endurance.

Others - Arthur Leclerc, and Jack Doohan

Don't expect positive things about Mclaren F1 team but other than that will be pretty hit or miss how much I hate the rest. Don't love RBR but some of their junior drivers are my boys and i will fight for them. I do have a lot of potentially unjustified hatred towards people I don't know (eg Theo Pourchaire, Caio Collet) and I'm well aware some of them are like 17 but I do not care :)

Will also occasionally complain about Rugby League (specifically Super League) ❤️❤️

[theheightsthatwuthered]

H: The Story of Heathcliff's Journey Back to Wuthering Heights. (Spoilers throughout)

Back in the mid 1970s, fanfiction probably didn't exist as a word, and certainly not as a website. However, Lin Haire-Sargeant proves to us that it definitely existed as a concept. A publishable concept at that. Don't you just love the public domain?

The title of this book is a little misleading, focusing heavily on Heathcliff's time away from Wuthering Heights and having very little to do with his actual journey back there. Heathcliff's time away from the heights is the biggest mystery of the book and one people often try to explain - not least Cliff Richard in the 90s musical 'Heathcliff." It's something that interests me only minorly, what interests me more is the way people interpret it. There's so much scope with the only limits being the imagination.

And what an imagination Haire-Sargeant has. She is clearly a knowledgeable fan of the Brontes. We begin with Charlotte Bronte's perspective on a train home after her disastrous falling for M. Heger. This is written in such detail and with such knowledge that I could easily believe these are Charlotte's thoughts during that journey. Charlotte's thoughts are disrupted as a Mr Charles Lockwood asks her to read a letter and give an opinion.

The author knows and matches the structure of Wuthering Heights flawlessly, there's no doubt about it. In Wuthering Heights we experience Lockwood's perspective, then Nelly's, briefly Cathy's, a letter from Isabella, etc with Lockwood semi regularly butting in to sleep or something. In 'H', we begin with Charlotte's perspective and are transported in Heathcliff's perspective through a letter he wrote to Cathy while he was away from Wuthering Heights, we also get Nelly butting in every so often to lend an opinion or regret. The author flows between the narrators with the same ease as Emily Bronte did and I feel that really helped with the interpretation.

After leaving Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff gets himself to Liverpool to try and find some sense of where he comes from, while there he finds himself at a "madhouse" having some vague memories of the place but unable to picture when or why. Outside the mad house he meets Mr Are, who employs him at a ridiculously high salary. We later learn that Mr Are is in fact Mr Rochester from Jane Eyre, although I don't understand why he is never revealed to be named Rochester in this book and it is always left as Mr Are. Mr Are conveniently wants to do exactly what heathcliff wants - to give him money and teach him how to be a gentlemen.

We are introduced to a host of characters during this time, including the Ingrim family - Miss Ingrim of course being in Jane Eyre also, and the Dents, who are aunt and uncle to Edgar Linton. Heathcliff learns of the mannerism of a gentleman as well as card games.

We learnt a lot about heathcliff's character, he's one mindedness towards making himself worthy of Cathy, his way with animals, his distaste for the majority of people. We also see more of how heathcliff's hatred runs deep but so does his loyalty as he grows close to Mr Are.

A spanner is thrown in the works when Edgar Linton accompanies his aunt and uncle on a visit to Thornfield and Heathcliff has to work to keep their history a secret, while also making vague threats at Linton - that only sometimes sound homoerotic. (The book has precedence, there's a scene where Heathcliff recalls seeing a man who was interested in other men and suspects Mr Are of being 'of that sort').

I commented early on when reading this that the author nails Heathcliff's violence and and passion and while I think she characterised well in a lot of ways, I'm not sure I stand by that comment completely anymore. The violence that Heathcliff enfolded onto Edgar Linton felt wrong, both unnecessary in its sexual connotations and out of character for Heathcliff. Generally speaking, heathcliff's actions are violent adjacent, we see more of his abuse to animals, and his manipulation of humans. To have Heathcliff literally cut one of Edgar's testicles off was a step that was utterly unnecessary and added nothing to the story. The action is especially questionable when only the chapter before he only had to let Edger be to be maimed or killed and yet instinct had Heathcliff safe him.

I believe Haire-Sargeant may be trying to parallel the moment in Wuthering Heights when Heathcliff instinctively catches Hareton when Hindley drops him down the stairs and Nelly refers to it as heathcliff having thwarted his own revenge. However, it falls short as catching Hareton was a split second action while saving Edgar was a drawn out action including multiple decisions.

Aside from Edgar Linton's questionable addition and pretty much everything that happens around him in the book, I have to admit that the intertwining of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre is done really well. The author clearly has a deep knowledge and love for both books. Mr Rochester's secretive yet playful attitude comes through well, and Heathcliff slots in well with the majority of the events in Jane Eyre, although it's disappointing when we reach the passes Nelly conveniently threw in the fire and it races through Heathcliff's trip to Europe and first meeting Jane.

When the main reason for the connection between Rochester and Heathcliff is uncovered, we learn that Rochester is Heathcliff's father and Bertha Mason is his Mother. Rochester apparently put Heathcliff in the "madhouse" 15 years prior to finding him again, because he showed similar signs of 'madness' as his mother exhibits. Now it's definitely a bit convenient that Rochester happened to be by the madhouse when Heathcliff was but we can overlook that. What I struggle to overlook is that Heathcliff's original name was "Heathwood", it felt very shoehorned in and forced and frankly rather ridiculous.

Heathcliff's instant acceptance of Rochester as his father rang untrue for me as well. He instantly switches to calling him father and makes no comment or reference to being abandoned at the madhouse as a literal toddler. Heathcliff isn't known for letting things go or glossing over them so this felt a bit strange to me. I would've liked a scene where they fought about it or heathcliff reacted more aggressively to the news.

Heathcliff accidentally murdering Bertha as well felt very unnecessary and it was one of the only Jane Eyre related scenes where Heathcliff went forced in rather than flowing naturally into the story. Bertha herself I struggled to make sense of in this novel, as well. The sneaking around and secrecy around who was causing problems was well done and very Jane Eyre-esque however have supposed mad ravings when she meets Heathcliff threw me a lot. She claims she is not from the west indies but rather from the moors, which would tie in with the wuthering heights aspect, but makes no sense in the Jane Eyre context, especially given we briefly meet a sister of Bertha's who has come over from the west indies.

The actual concept of making Heathcliff the son of Rochester and Bertha is one I am happy to suspend disbelief for, however. Heathcliff's ethnicity is intentionally vague in Wuthering Heights and Bertha is definitely a plausible reason for this. I just wish it was something that had been explored in better detail rather than rushed and glossed over towards the end of Heathcliff's letter.

Outside of Heathcliff's letter there is another storyline occurring. Mr Lockwood has received this letter from Nelly, with accompanying letters from Nelly herself, explaining that she received this letter intended for Cathy but never passed it on. She has had it for around 60 years and on her deathbed finds herself wondering if she was correct to do so or not. Lockwood and Charlotte share a cabin on an overnight train and he sleeps while she reads. Charlotte's advice is that nelly did the best and only thing she could in that situation.

Now, the inclusion of Charlotte (and later Emily) Bronte is one that made no sense at the beginning and one I was excited to see how turned out in the end. Unfortunately it also made no sense at the end. At no point was it explained how Charlotte and Emily were able to exist in a world that also contains their characters. In fact no reference is made to them being their characters at all, except for the vague and confusing ending between the sisters. In my personal opinion the book didn't need the Brontes in it, it couldn't used Wuthering Heights narrative structure with just Lockwood, Nelly and Heathcliff.

Clearly the author was trying to make some sort of otherworldly, spiritual comment with the inclusion of the sisters, especially with Charlotte's uncertainty if the events actually happened and Emily's frustration that Charlotte didn't understand. But that blurring of lines between the fictional and real is difficult to accept when Charlotte has literally met Lockwood, Nelly and Cathy2.

Another part of the sisters inclusion that I very much didn't like was Emily telling Charlotte that Nelly lied about what happened to Catherine. Emily goes on to explain that Heathcliff saved Cathy using this red liquid (which Rochester had got from some.healer in Europe or something and had been used twice before in the book) and Edgar Linton willingly faked her death certificate so he could grief her and she could go with Heathcliff over to The New World to live on a plantation for five years until she died giving birth to their son. I'm sorry, what? Supposedly Heathcliff went back to the moors and wuthering heights to enact his revenge on everyone after those five years. That for me was the second biggest step too far (the first being poor Edgar's stable experience).

To summarise, this book is a hot mess with a lot of entertainment value and some solids ideas at the heart of it and I feel like no wuthering heights fan should read it (but also all should to understand what I've been through).

[lina-lovebug]

Somebody That I Used To Know

Bucky Barnes x Mutant! Fem! Reader! x Logan Howlett

"You okay?"

As much as you wanted to say you were fine, that possibly seeing Logan again wouldn't do anything to you, you knew you couldn't lie. Logan hurt you emotionally that day, so much that it took yourself ten years to recover.

But now you have a loving husband by your side - you're not alone anymore, and he always made sure that he always knew your pain.

"I'll try to be," You admitted as he curled his fingers with yours.

"It's been so long."

"He's probably a crippling old man by now," Bucky joked, knowing that your healing factor was the only thing keeping you young.

But also knew it went the same way for Logan.

"Then you must be dating the oldest woman of the century," You joked, feeling the nerves starting to slip away until the elevator dinged.

Professor X came in, then Mystique, then Beast, and then. . .Logan. You immediately objected to working with the X-Men, but Fury and Tony were surprisingly working together for once on this. They wanted to make sure we knew of all the heroes we could so that we can call on eachother if something happens.

"(Y/N), it's been too long, dear. How have you been?" Proffessor immediately greeted you.

"I've been great. How's the school?" You asked, trying to avoid the obvious eyes staring at you.

"Growing better every year. You can always come by and visit, it's your home too."

"Did you get married?!" Mystique burst out, making your heart jump once you realized that Logans eyes were now on your hand.

"It was a bit rushed with everything going on, but yes. Raven, Professor, Henry, Logan, this is my husband, Bucky," You proudly introduced Bucky to everyone, who's hand was wrapped around yours.

"Sargeant Barnes, it's an honor to meet you," Henry immediately shook his hand, admiring his metal arm, "Oh wow, that's Vibranium, isn't it? This is incredible work. Oh, is Dr. Banner here?"

"Slow your roll, bub, we're here for a meeting. This isn't a convention," Logan finally spoke up, and you merely glanced at him. Of course he hadn't aged, and you hated that he looked back at you. You hated how he still had that longing look in his eye because you would enjoy it if he never left you. If he never broke your heart.

"I have way too many questions. How'd you guys meet?" Raven asked, and since you had an hour to spare, you decided why not.

But Bucky spoke first.

"HYDRA didn't want to let me go, so I was on the run. Steve and (Y/N) wouldn't give up on me, they knew that I had been framed for the murder of King T'Chaka. I guess we officially met when I knocked you off the building," Bucky said nonchalantly.

"Wait, no," You realized, "I attacked you that night with Fury, by using the vines that grew on the rooftop to hold you down, but you broke out of them and kicked me in the stomach."

"Oh, yeah! I didn't really remember that. But, she always advocated for my innocence and I remember during the car chase, I couldn't stop staring at you because I had never seen a woman so beautiful and strong," Bucky smiled at you, to which you felt your cheeks become warm. Even after two years, he still managed to get you flustered.

"And then you fell off the motorbike."

You saw Logan out of the corner of your eye, just rolling his eyes and looking around the Avengers headquarters, trying to pay attention to anything else.

"He only made a move when we were in Wakanda. I stayed to make sure he was going to be okay, and I wanted to get to know him better. We were in his hut and just talking about his life before Winter Soldier, and he asked to kiss me," Even during the 21st century and a man wanted for homicide, he was still a gentleman and wanted to make sure you were comfortable before making any moves.

"That's so cute! You guys just sound like you're made for eachother," Raven fawned over the both of you.

"I'm happy that you've found someone to be with, (Y/N). You both seem very happy together," Professor knew your history with Logan, but only knowing James for a few minutes, he saw just how deserving you were of this love and how genuinely happy he made you.

____

After the meeting, Stark offered them to stay the night and a few days to check out our facilities and as happy as you were to catch up with Raven, you didn't want to be alone with Logan.

Which is what happened.

You got up at two a.m. to get a quick snack and a drink, and just as you were gonna go back to bed, you turned to see Logan standing a few feet away from you.

"Hey," You muttered.

"So, you've been here all this time?" He asked.

"Yeah, just helping the world and. . .stuff," It was awkward, especially when Logan got closer and you kept your robe tight around you.

"Can he even control that thing?" Logan questioned, referring to Buckys arm.

"He can control it just fine because it's apart of himself," You insisted with a bite in your tone.

"He doesn't get nightmares?"

"Atleast he's doing something to help himself," Logan was taken aback by your tone, but understood why you'd be angry.

"I hope you know that I'm not going back, Logan. I'm happy here, and I'm happy with Bucky," You summed up.

"And yet you act like him beating you was so normal."

Your eyes widened, "He couldn't stop himself! He was brainwashed, under control by HYDRA. You know what? I don't have to explain shit to the boy who couldn't even get help for himself," and rushed past him.

But he grabbed your arm, "(Y/N), I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you-"

"You shouldn't be sorry for leaving me," You cut him off, making him loosen his grip on you, "you should be sorry for letting yourself wallow in your own guilt, in your own self hatred, and for abandoning me thinking I was going to be able to pick myself up at the end of it. For not getting help. Logan, I. . .I know that I still care about you, but the love I had for you is long gone. I'm not sorry for falling in love with Bucky. I'm only sorry that you thought you could have me back."

With that, you walked away and Logan felt it all just crumble. Instead of fighting someone to get help and pleading for them to stay, you found someone who knew he needed help and was working to be better, and who was going to stay through all the hard trials.

You found better.

You found Bucky.

[hausofackerman]

Hunter x Reader

Summary: You are a Jedi general who has been sent to her home world to try to convince the king to not join the separatists. You where assigned to clone force 99 and some troops. After two months of working together certain feelings for the Sarge start to bloom. But those feelings have to wait. When find out the king has decided to join the wrong side. The Council orders you to take out as many refugees as you can. Just when you tought the victory was yours a whole company ambushes and the bad batch you as you prepare the retreat.

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!jedi Reader

Warnings: Angst maybe (idk if that's how i would call it) Y / N being attacked, fisical violence against the protagonist.

Word count: 2.5k

Disclaimer:  Yes, this one shot based off an Outlander episode. But I adaptated it.

‘I will let your men go, if you but come with me.” the soldier’s voice stopped your next move. You still wielded your lightsaber at shoulder height protecting you and the squad behind you.

“Why do you need me?” you tried to sound as confident and firm as you could.

“The captain might want to share a few words with you.” this strange soldier still had the steady face he had placed since the beginning.

You let out a sigh, and backed down a little. “You give me your word? That you will let them go?

“I promise. We only want you.”

You turned to see the batch for a second, Hunter was the only one with his helmet off and he was looking at you with such a concern in his eyes you have rarely seen before.

“Fine” you extinguished the lightsaber. “I’ll go.”

“No, wait” Hunter finally stepped in and placed himself in front of you. “If you go, I’ll go to.” thankfully he understood that refusing the deal wasn’t an option since they would let the Republic troops go willingly. And take the refugees out of the planet.

Once again, the soldier let out a defeated sigh and agreed. “Only you?” he asked tiredly.

Hunter thought about out for a brief second and then call to Wrecker to come along.

“Great. Now can we go?” the soldier’s tone was starting to sound rude.

Before anything else happened, you run to Tech and handed over your lightsaber. “Take care of this, please. I don’t want their hands on it.”

“I'll keep it safe” he said while taking it.

You glanced at Crosshair and notice the killing gaze in his eyes, you nodded trying to communicate him that everything would be fine. He nodded back even though you knew he didn’t believe you.  

“Let's go.” you shouted to the soldier and the three of you start walking behind his company. Hunter took a quick look at you but you were so immersed into your thoughts that you didn’t even notice.

You were questioning yourself what would happen next. And if you should have stopped the guys from coming; after all, your people were known for their hatred towards the clones. And now you did not involve one, but two of them with the royal army.

Your hands were shaking by just thinking about it.

Funny thing it was that for the very first time you were completely surrounded by your own kin, still you could not feel less comfortable. You were scared and worried about your troops. At least you had achieved your goal's mission and all the refugees were getting out of here safe.

Hopefully.

Everything depended on whether your kin’s promise to the enemy was worth something.

“Hey” Hunter’s voice attracted your attention as a lifeguard in the middle of an ocean, where you couldn’t swim. “Look” he said gently while pointing at the ships taking off and slowly disappearing into the atmosphere.

You felt like you finally were able to breath, the mission was complete now. All that was left, was to survive to your probably-upcoming interrogatory. You didn’t miss the fact that only four of the ships that have come with you took off. One had been lost while merely arriving and the other missing one was the Havoc Marauder. Your way out.

Oh, the way you were going to hug Tech if you managed to get out of here in one piece.

A little smirk appeared in your face at the thought. Hunter noticed it and relaxed a little. Yet his right hand still danced around the knife case in the opposite hand.

As you walked into the town where you were supposed to meet the captain the smirk faded quickly, in other circumstances you would have admired every single detail, the buildings, the decorations the people. Your culture.

But right now, your mind was busy still thinking about keeping alive the two men that were with you.

You knew they were perfectly capable to defend themselves. But you knew too, that they would do absolutely anything to keep you alive. And that was the thought that kept you away from enjoying the ride.

After a few minutes of walking through the crowded streets the soldier –whose name you still didn’t know- stopped in front of a tall and grey building, it must have had at least six floors, and for that planet, that was too much.

He dismissed his men and invited, Hunter, Wrecker and you inside.

Once in, you went up the stairs for what seemed like three floors that led you to a big and fancy door which the soldier opened and got in after asking you to wait a bit.

You took advantage of the time that the soldier gave you to make some things clear for the team.

“Okay listen to me.” Hunter’s and Wrecker’s eyes where now on you waiting for your upcoming words. “It doesn’t matter what happen, if the things get bad for you, I want you out of here before someone has a chance of shooting.”

“Do you realize what you are asking us?” the Sarge’s voice was coming out moderate, as if suppressing the urge to scream.

“Yeah, that’s not how we make the things... General.” Wrecker grunted, quickly remembering who he was addressing.

“If anything goes wrong, there are less chances that they would kill me. At the end of the day, I’m one of them. You on the other hand...” there was no need for you to finish your argument, the three of you knew exactly what you were talking about. Besides before you could, the soldier stepped out of the door asking you to come in.

“General, we can’t...” Hunter’s hand grabbed yours in a last attempt to make you change your mind. An unsuccessful attempt.

“Sargeant,” your voice cracked as you let out your last words to him before getting in the room. “Don’t make me make my request an order.”

He finally let go and you walked away from them while listening to the Wrecker’s complains.  

You were not going to lie to yourself, you hated to take that kind of position with the batchers, especially with Hunter, but you were not letting them risk their life in a reckless way. You couldn’t. Why? Where you being selfish? The jedi needed you, your service. And you kept putting your men’s life first. And you were not going to change that. And less if it was about Hunter.

“Ah a jedi General.” a man with the same long purple robe as the soldier you already knew, received you with an energetic grin. “You have no idea how much I was looking forward to meet you.” the captain you deduced. You’ve heard from him before. A lot, actually. One of the most feared kings' men in the entire planet. There we’re rumors that he had played a big role in the decision to join the separatists.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t say the same about you.” you tried not to sound aggressive, but your last words to Hunter didn’t get you in the right mood.  

“Of course, not you exactly, one of you.” His voice was raspy and deep but you didn't let him intimidate you. His way of talking, on the other hand, was very curious, he had a noticeable accent. And you wondered for a second: if you had never been taken to temple, would you speak in the same way? “Please take a seat, I have some questions you may want to help me to answer.”

You did as he told you and take a seat in front of him, at the other side of the long table. And so, he did.

You didn’t take any time to examine the room you had entered. First mistake.

It only had one window that faced the left side of the table, and in consequence your left side. Behind you a little bookshelf adorned the wall and  besides it another young, shaky, soldier stood guard. The look on his face was stupid and scared, so you didn't pay him much attention.  

On the right side a big display case, which stored different types of bottles, occupied all the space from the wall to the door.

One way in and one way out. You resumed.

“As far as I know, you honor your word and let my men leave your planet. So, I will be happy to answer the questions I can.” you state trying to set the terrain for a friendly exchange.

“Good.” the captain still conserved that grin. “Perhaps I should start with...” He stroked his chin thoughtfully, but to your eyes he didn't seem genuine. The question had been on his mind since you entered the room. “The fact that you, one of our kin, are helping this republican scum, to conquer us, again.” It wasn’t the statement what scared you, but the calmed and serene tone that remained at his voice.

“Excuse me?” you shoot back quickly. “That is completely out-”

“Let’s promise to tell the truth, okay?” this man didn’t seem completely sane to you, so you proceed carefully.

“Listen, sir. I am a jedi. My alliegance doesn’t bow to this planet nor it’s government. If that’s what you are implying.”

“Oh, but the problem here it’s that I don’t believe your little jedi portrayal, you don’t trick me.” The captain had left his seat and now was coming closer to you.

“And I look more like a civilian to you.” you mocked him because if you both were honest you didn’t. And you put all your faith in that argument. You cursed down your breath for not bringing your lightsaber. What on earth were you thinking!? With it you could've been able to change his mind about you being a jedi, one way or another

“Of course not.” he granted “You look more like a spy to me.” and there you had enough. The fact that this captain had only summoned you so he could start pointing and blaming at you for nonsense –and very quickly, truth to be told- was freaking you out.

“Look, Captain” you tried to pull out your most charming smile. “As much as I would like to continue playing the trivia game with you, I have responsibilities to attend. So as you have no excuse for keeping me here, I would like to-”

“Please don’t get up” his grin finally disappeared “You promised to cooperate.”

“That was before you started taking me as a traitor.”

“And you aren’t a traitor?”

“No more than you are for handing over your homeworld to the wrong side.” you didn’t notice but you were screaming.  

The captain sighed and then giggled. As he leaned against the table. “You are really making me regret to have let your men go” He stood right and started to roll up his sleeves.

You didn't know if it was the fear or the sudden reminder that Hunter and Wrecker were still outside but it was like if you were glued to the chair.

“Corporal Keeps” he called out for the soldier behind you without taking his gaze out of you. “I'm going to need your collaboration for a moment here.”

The order, of course got you scared instantly, so you stood up from your seat and as soon as you turned to get out of the room, a big fist collide with your stomach, taking all of the air out of you. You could not make any sound for all trace of your breath had disappeared. You sat on the floor, bent in two, trying to recover the air. You were completely shocked, not because of the pain that was becoming more and more present, but because the blow had taken you completely off guard.

The captain came over and grab you by the hair, lifting your head so your gaze met his. “So? Ready to confess that you're a spy?”

If you would've had a little more air inside you, you would have probably spit on his face. But you were still under the effects of the punch so you simply put the head back down.

“Okay then.” he stood on his feet and called for the Keeps soldier. “Corporal. Have you ever kicked a woman?” If the soldier was shaky when you entered the room, he now looked like if a damn earthquake had taken over him. He stared at the captain with his jaw shaking more than any other body part.

“Captain I-I” the corporal managed to say.  

“Do it, please.” the captain commanded.

With a grimace on his face and eyes closed he barely moved his feet against you, yet it didn’t hurt you let out a small moan, you hadn't been able to get enough air back yet.

“Come on, you can do it better.” the captain stood there, merely staring at your agony.

This time this corporal kicked you like a real soldier. And it hurt like hell. You were barely gaining enough strength to move, but with that strike you were out of your senses again.

“Again.” the captain ordered.

You closed your eyes getting ready for the corporal to fulfil the order, which you were sure would leave you unconscious.

But before he could go any further the door was slammed open and Hunter and Wrecker entered with the guns drawn.

Wrecker quickly got closer to the corporal and without saying a word made him stand back and run to hide behind the captain.

“I don’t recall requesting your presence, clones.” the captain said calmly.

“Up you come, General. You're done here.” Hunter said as he put your arm around your neck helping you up.

Meanwhile four more soldiers enter the room trough the already-opened door.

“Hold! We didn’t come here to fight. You tell your men here to step aside before I lose my temper.” dropped the Sarge addressing to the captain. Meanwhile Wrecker put his helmet back on ready to strike.

“You have no right to that woman, not while she’s being questioned by one of her kin.” answered the captain as if he was holding back a big laughter.

“She is a General of the Grand Army of the Republic.”  

“She’s a native subject first.” the captain barked. And if you weren’t so dizzy and hanging over Hunter you would have punched him so hard, he would not talk like that ever in his life again.

“She was brought here under the protection of a war bargain.” Hunter started moving with Wrecker behind him.

“And I’m afraid that she didn’t honored her part of the bargain. She didn’t answer my questions.” this man was completely crazy.

“And she won’t, unless you want to be in the middle of a siege to this territory in less than an hour.” Hunter’s words shut the captain up and with a move of his hand, the soldier stepped aside and let the three of you get out of the room.

Once out, Hunter put a hand under your legs and the other one under your back carrying your whole-body up, you rolled your arms around his neck still feeling your stomach aching.

“I believed I asked you to do something.” you hissed.

“I’m sorry, General. But you should have given the order.” Hunter answered endearingly. “But I guess it wouldn’t have helped a lot. There is no way we’re leaving you behind."

[paintnpending]

The Sixth Obliterator Assembly, lead by Sargeant Torino. A quiet and dutiful regiment that burn with deep, spiteful hatred that occasionally worry the rest of their company. Hear that these guys are a real terror on the battlefield these days. Maybe something to include in a list some time.

[raccoon-wizard]

It’s Okay Now

CHAPTER NO: 1/1

PROMPT: Bucky finds out that in the 21st century, it’s okay for men to wear makeup, nail polish,  and glitter. I saw it somewhere on Tumblr and couldn’t resist.

RATING: Everyone, with some language

NOTES/WARNINGS: You know what I always say. Love to all human beings. I will tolerate zero bullying and hatred in my comments.

Also, Grammarly keeps bullying me for ignoring commas and some prepositions, but I swear to god, I’m not stupid. It’s a part of the characters’ speech patterns. Screw you.

It was a quiet weekend. Nearly everyone was gone - some went on a holiday with families, some were gone for missions. There were two people inside the Avengers Compound - Bucky Barnes, who passed on a road trip with Sam and Steve, and Eleri Prichard, who simply didn’t feel like leaving. She sat (if that’s what her position could be called - she was sprawled in the chair perpendicularly to the way one was supposed to sit, her legs resting on the armrest of the other chair) in the cinema room, lazily browsing through Netflix, stuffing her mouth with salted caramel popcorn. 

“Mind if I join you?” asked Bucky from the door. She turned, her spine twisting unnaturally.

“Not at all, come on in,” she grinned widely. “Unless you mind me sitting like a big ol’ lesbian.”

“I sure as hell don’t,” he said and sat next to her. “What are we watching?”

“Queer Eye.”

Bucky flinched visibly. “You said queer?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Isn’t it… a bad… word?”

“Not anymore,” she told him. “We took it back from ‘em.”

He stayed silent for a while. “When?”

Eleri thought back to the extensive research she did in her teen years. “The eighties.”

They watched the show in silence, Bucky remembering all those times the word was spat into his face when he was young, along with other ones with similar weight.

“And it’s… normal for men to look like that?” he gestured towards Jonathan, who was dressed like his usual fabulous self.

“I mean, it’s not the norm, but tons of guys dress up now,” she said, pausing the show. “Why?”

“I never… when I was younger, I… I always wished…”

“Oooh,” she realised. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, swallowing the painful lump in his throat.

With a groan, she changed her position so she was now sitting like a normal person, turning to face him. “James Buchanan Barnes, it would be an honour to give you the glamorous makeover you deserve.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“Eleri… something…”

“Carol-Anne,” she finished for him.

“Eleri Carol-Anne Prichard,” he chuckled. “It would be an honour to have you give me a glamorous makeover.”

“That you deserve.”

“That I… deserve.”

“That’s my man, now come on,” she patted him on the shoulder and jumped up from her seat, offering him her hand. She dragged him upstairs to her room and sat him on the bed.

“You can’t ever tell anyone that you got all this from me,” Eleri told him as she pulled out a makeup bag from one of her drawers. “I have a reputation to uphold here, and if someone found out how much of this shit I have, it would shatter.”

“Roger that,” Bucky nodded with a smirk. Eleri threw the bag on the bed and sat down opposite of Bucky, crossing her legs.

“So,” she said. “Want just something small or full-on glam?”

“Uh… how about somewhere halfway?” he suggested.

“Smart move,” she agreed. “Just the basic stuff and a teeny tiny bit of glitter?”

“Sounds wonderful.”

For about twenty minutes, they were both silent as Eleri worked on glamming up Bucky’s face. With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the soft brushes sweeping around his cheeks, nose, forehead and eyes.

“Pucker up,” was the first thing Eleri said. “I’m gonna put on some lipgloss.”

Bucky complied, making Eleri burst out laughing immediately. “Not this much, genius.”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes.

There was another brief silence until Eleri said: “There. Done.”

Bucky tried to turn around to see himself in the big mirror on Eleri’s wardrobe, but she stopped him. “Nu-uh. Not done. We need to do your nails and pick you an outfit. Show me your nails.”

Bucky reluctantly gave her his hands. She took them into hers, bringing them close to her face. “You really need to stop biting ‘em.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Yes you do.”

“No.”

“Then what’s this?” she asked, shoving his own hand right in front of his eyes. “If that’s not you biting ‘em, then who? A perverted ghost?”

“I do it in my sleep,” he mumbled. “I… have bad dreams. And then wake up with bloody fingertips.”

Eleri bit her lip. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude.”

“‘S okay.”

“Maybe you could… sleep with gloves on,” she suggested. “You know, like mittens.”

“Or boxing gloves,” he smirked.

“I mean, sure,” she shrugged. “I’m pretty sure not even super soldier teeth could bite through those. Come on, let’s fix these bad boys.”

It took some time and squirming and writhing, but after that, Bucky’s nails looked almost like he had always been grooming them. However, he couldn’t help but voice his disdain for the nail file.

“It just feels weird!”

“Better get used to it if you want decent looking nails.”

“I hate it.”

“Everyone does in the beginning. At least you don’t have long ones, you do not want to hear the sound that makes.”

“Gross.”

“Shut up. And stop moving or your whole hand will be pink.”

“Why does it smell so awful?”

“‘Cause it’s nail polish. And you need to stop whining or I’ll put it somewhere you would not like it.”

“I don’t like it now anyway.”

“Shut your piehole, Barnes.”

As he waited for the colour to dry properly, Eleri went to her wardrobe to find him some clothes.

“Are you sure your stuff will fit me?” he asked doubtfully.

“Haven’t you noticed how I dress?” she scoffed. “My clothes will fit you just fine, trust me. And if not, I might have some that my exes left behind.”

“How’s your dating life anyway?”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “Everyone ends up ditching for someone normal,” she said. “What about you?”

“Like you don’t know,” he sighed. “The general public hates me and I don’t think dating on the team would be a good idea.”

“Loki has a thing for you,” she told him as she rummaged through her clothes. Bucky’s breath hitched.

“What thing?” he asked, feeling heat creep up into his cheeks.

Eleri turned around with a completely blank face. “You cannot be serious.”

“Well, I, uh-”

“He flirts with you like mad literally every time you two are in the same room!” she exclaimed. “And you flirt back, don’t argue with me.”

“I don’t f-”

“Oh my god,” she sighed dramatically. “You really are a disaster, aren’t you.”

“I thought he liked Wanda?”

“He did for a bit, but then he found out about her and Vis and decided to back off,” Eleri explained.

“Those two really love each other, don’t they?”

“Do not change the subject, James!” she scolded him. “You really haven’t noticed that Loki has a huge crush on you?”

“No, I have not.”

“You’re literally the only person that makes him blush!”

“Am I?”

Eleri groaned in frustration. “You’re the worst. What do you think about this jumper?”

Bucky, shocked by her sudden change of tone, stared at her with his eyes wide. “What?”

“Jumper. Do you like it?” she asked again.

“Why are you calling it a jumper?” he frowned.

“Because that’s what it is.”

“That’s a sweater.”

They didn’t settle on what it should be called, but they did agree that it would look nice on Bucky. Realising that his nails were still a little sticky, Eleri decided to help him put it on.

“Look at me, undressing a guy,” she laughed as she unbuttoned his shirt. “My parents would be so proud.”

Bucky chuckled. “Are they… not okay with you dating women?”

“They’re tolerating it at best,” she shrugged. “Raise your arms and press your lips together, you don’t want the lipgloss go everywhere.”

He did as he was told, allowing her to put the jumper on without major issues.

“And now for the final touch,” Eleri grinned, pulling a flower crown out of her closet.

“Are you sure?” Bucky frowned.

“Just try it on, I’m certain you’ll look cute as shit,” she insisted as she put it on his head. A few final adjustments and- “Oh my god you look gorgeous.”

“Can I look now?” he asked.

“Please do.”

She stepped out of his way so he could finally see himself in the huge mirror on her wardrobe. He took a few steps forward so he could get a better look and his jaw dropped ever so slightly.

When he wasn’t speaking for quite a long time, Eleri started to worry. “Do you… not like it? I can redo it if you’d like.”

“I love it,” he finally said.

“Really?” she asked. “Are you absolutely sure? I have plenty other colours in the-”

“Pink’s my favourite,” he smiled at her. “Always has been.”

For a few more moments, none of them said a word. “Thank you,” Bucky finally spoke up once more. “I’ve always wanted to feel like this.”

“You can borrow my stuff any time,” Eleri said. “As long as you don’t tell anyone I’m your provider.”

“May I hug you?”

“Hell yes.”

They embraced each other tightly and out of sheer joy, Eleri lifted Bucky up and spun him around, letting out a tiny gleeful squeal.

“I forgot how strong you are,” he chuckled once she put him down.

“Stupid strong, I know,” she smirked.

For the rest of the day, the two of them stayed in Eleri’s room, looking for inspiration and references for future experiments. They listened to some “aggressively gay” music, as Eleri called it, and talked about dating. They ended up in the cinema room again, watching dumb rom coms.

“Mind if I join you?” said a voice from the doors. They turned to see Loki, lazily leaning against the frame with his hands in his pockets.

“Come on in,” Eleri grinned, winking at Bucky cheekily. “I’ll go get more snacks, you can take my seat.”

Bucky glared at her, but before he could protest, she was gone, shoving Loki next to him.

“Sargeant Barnes,” Loki greeted him with a polite nod, pointing at the seat.

“Loki,” he replied and gestured for him to freely take the seat. Instead of sitting, however, Loki continued inspecting his face. Bucky wanted to ask him what he was looking at, but before he could, Loki spoke: “You look… happier, Sargeant.”

“Oh, I, uh…” Bucky stuttered. “Thank you?”

“The flowers suit you,” Loki smiled ever so slightly.

Oh God, oh shit, oh fuck, Bucky thought, feeling as if he was about to spontaneously combust. Oh for the love of Jesus, he really is flirting. Oh merciful Lord, what do I do?

Loki finally sat down, glueing his eyes to the screen. Bucky really hoped he couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest and his stupid fast breathing. He couldn't help but glance at the man next to him every once in a while, suddenly feeling stupid about the flashy colours. He reached up and tried to take the flower crown off.

"What are you doing?" Loki frowned.

"It's, um, it's falling into my eyes," Bucky said.

"That's no reason to take it off, here," Loki shook his head and turned his whole body to face him, raising his hands up to Bucky's face. "May I?"

"Uh, sure," Bucky replied barely audibly and allowed the god to fix his hair. Damn you, Eleri, why did you have to put that on me, he thought.

"Better?" Loki asked.

"Uh-huh, yeah," Bucky nodded absent-mindedly.

"Would be a shame if you took it off, it makes you look like a faery," Loki said.

"Thanks, I... it was Eleri's idea," Bucky mumbled.

"I shall thank her for it then," Loki winked and returned to watching the film as if nothing had happened. Oh for heaven's sake.

Bucky sat silently, trying to think of a response, but his brain seemed to have stopped functioning completely. "You, um, you look great too. Green is really... your colour." Jesus fucking Christ, Barnes.

"Thank you, Sargeant," Loki said. "It is, after all, my favourite."

"That's a... great choice," Bucky said, immediately feeling the urge to kick his own butt. Just shut up already.

Loki chuckled. Bucky noticed him licking his lips and his throat tightened.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Eleri shouted as she re-entered the room with a bowl of popcorn. "JUST FUCKING SNOG ALREADY!"