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fandom · 6 months ago

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Movies

Nine rings for mortal men doomed to die, five nights in an abandoned pizzeria, and one (1) fourth-generation Honda Odyssey.

Deadpool & Wolverine

Five Nights at Freddy's +26

Lord of the Rings +4

The Hunger Games +10

Saw +18

Dune +53

Barbie -6

Challengers

Trolls Band Together

Saltburn

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse -9

Red, White, and Royal Blue -6

Transformers One

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes +76

A Minecraft Movie

Nimona -12

The Hobbit +10

Inside Out 2

Scream

Mean Girls +17

Sonic the Hedgehog 3

Venom: The Last Dance +21

Twilight +1

How to Train Your Dragon +8

Dead Poets Society

The Boy and the Heron

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World

Ultraman: Rising

The Marvels +48

Goncharov -27

Coraline +16

Lisa Frankenstein

Howl's Moving Castle -7

Top Gun: Maverick -14

Les Misérables +9

Luca

An Extremely Goofy Movie

Steamboat Willie

The Addams Family -30

The Super Mario Bros. Movie

Shrek -24

Spirited Away -2

The Batman -2

Twisters

Trolls World Tour

Brokeback Mountain

Fight Club +41

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire

I Saw the TV Glow

Star Wars: Episode III—Revenge of the Sith +12

Knives Out -40

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Rite Here Rite Now

The Nightmare Before Christmas +19

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem -34

The Princess Bride +4

Frozen -3

Little Shop Of Horrors

Monkey Man

Thunderbolts*

Night at the Museum +9

Gladiator II

The Lion King

Alien: Romulus

Ratatouille

Soul +5

Wreck-It Ralph

The Wild Robot

Pacific Rim -6

Avatar: The Way of Water -55

Princess Mononoke -13

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

American Psycho -16

The Thing -26

The Fantastic Four: First Steps

The Mummy -4

Longlegs

Heathers +18

Beauty And The Beast -46

Oppenheimer -67

Alien (1979)

Titanic

Equestria Girls -9

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story -42

The Little Mermaid -67

Marie Antoinette

Pirates of the Caribbean -3

The Lost Boys -12

The Dark Knight

My Neighbor Totoro -9

John Wick -42

Ponyo

Kung Fu Panda +4

Hellraiser -19

Encanto -50

Wish

The Shining

Star Wars: Episode IV—A New Hope

Ghostbusters

Lilo & Stitch -13

The number in italics indicates how many spots a title moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded titles weren’t on the list last year.

Love movies? Discuss plots, follow franchises, and share movie memes. Right this way.

#year in review #movies #tumblr2024

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starksweasley · 16 days ago

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not so secret

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you and bucky were planning to keep the engagement quiet (for like, five minutes), but none of the thunderbolts believe in knocking.

wc: 1.9k+

Bucky woke before the city did. Which was saying something, considering the Avengers Tower usually never slept. But for once, it was quiet. In fact, it was almost suspiciously quiet, and he found himself blinking into soft sunlight instead of being jolted awake by fire alarms, Bob’s screaming, or Walker bench-pressing in the hallway.

You were still pressed against him, warm and soft and exactly where he wanted you. Your hand was splayed over his chest, resting right over where his heart beat steady and unbothered beneath his skin. And nestled on that hand, catching the morning light like it was born to, was the diamond ring.

His diamond ring.

Bucky just stared for a moment, letting his brain play catch-up.

You’d said yes.

The same you who tucked herself into his side each night without fail. The same you who stole his hoodies and slept with your ice-cold feet wedged between his calves like you owned the space. The same you who laughed at his grumpiest grumbles and brushed his hair and told him he was good, even when he didn’t believe it. Especially when he didn’t believe it.

And now you were wearing his ring like it had always belonged there.

He had the gall to smile. A real one. A crooked little thing that crinkled at the corner of his eyes and pulled warmth from somewhere deep in his chest. He reached up to push a wayward strand of hair from your face, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Good morning, Mrs. Barnes,” he murmured, voice low and still scratchy with sleep. “Kinda.”

You made a faint noise in response, something halfway between a groan and a chuckle, and blinked up at him.

“That’s not how names work, baby,” you rasped, stretching like a cat against him.

He whined dramatically and buried his face in your neck like the coward he absolutely was. “Shut up, fiancée.”

Your laugh puffed warm against his hair, and Bucky felt you smile even before he heard it. The kind of smile that settled into your whole body, that made you shift closer like you could crawl into his chest and stay there forever.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled. “Even after last night’s disaster.”

He peeked up, face scrunched up. “It wasn’t a disaster.”

“You dropped the ring.”

“I dropped my phone. And then the ring. But that was because you gasped. You made that sound like something exploded.”

“I thought the table was on fire.”

“It wasn’t. Just… lightly smoking.”

“And then you read your speech off your Notes app.”

“It was formatted.”

You giggled, sickeningly in love and thoroughly unimpressed. “You had bullet points.”

Bucky grunted and flopped back onto the pillow, hand dragging down his face. “Romance is dead.”

“You set the kitchen on fire with scented candles. You brought romance back and then killed it again. Very poetic.”

Still, your hand found his under the blankets, fingers curling into his palm like it was the most natural thing in the world. Which, for the record, it was.

The quiet stretched between you again, not awkward, not empty—just full. Like your bodies had gone still but your hearts were still talking.

And then—BANG!

The door slammed open with such force, Bucky genuinely thought it had come off the hinges.

“Okay so who short-circuited the kitchen this time?!” Bob’s voice rang out, frantic, toaster in hand, wild-eyed. “Walker’s eyebrows are HALF GONE—OH MY GOD.”

It took Bucky exactly one second to react.

“HEY!” he barked, grabbing the comforter like his life depended on it and yanking it up to cover you so fast it might’ve broken the sound barrier. You squealed under the sheets as the motion sent the actual toaster flying out of Bob’s hands and clattering to the floor like an offended robot.

“Buck—” you gasped, breathless with laughter. “You are so dramatic—”

“I will kill him,” Bucky muttered, already halfway up in bed, hair a mess and eyes full murder. His arm reached around your front, desperately grasping the edges of the blanket to make sure it didn’t slip down your chest.

Bob, still planted at the foot of the bed like a poorly programmed Roomba, blinked. Then blinked again. And then he saw it.

Your hand, peeking from beneath the duvet. The ring. His eyes locked on it like a sniper scope.

“Wait. Is that—are you—IS THAT A RING?!”

There was a beat. One, long, painful second where the information processed behind his eyes.

And then— “BUCKY’S ENGAGED!! HE DID IT! HE LOCKED IT DOWN!” Bob shrieked, honest-to-God shrieked, and then turned and sprinted out the door, toaster smoke still trailing behind him like a tail.

You groaned and dropped your head into Bucky’s shoulder, laughing so hard you wheezed. Bucky just stared at the door, eyes wide.

“He’s telling everyone, isn’t he.”

“Yup,” you gasped.

“I liked it better when it was our secret.”

“Mmhm. But admit it, you kinda like the chaos.”

A long pause.

“I hate how well you know me.”

And there it was two minutes later: absolute chaos.

Bucky had barely finished muttering a threat to murder Bob “in his goddamn sleep” when the sound of rapid footsteps, multiple footsteps, thundered down the hallway like a pack of wild horses. You barely had time to register the incoming stampede before the bedroom door slammed open again, and this time it didn’t stop at just one uninvited idiot. No, this time the entire squad came charging in like it was a scheduled morning briefing and not your private just-got-engaged-still-in-bed moment.

Yelena entered first, unapologetic and smug as ever. Her face was slick with a green clay mask, blonde hair piled in a messy bun, and fuzzy pink bunny slippers smacking against the hardwood with aggression. She looked like a Pinterest board threw up on her and she was proud of it.

Ava didn’t bother with the door. You shrieked as she just phased in directly onto the end of the bed, landing cross-legged with the grace of someone who did not fear death or your privacy. “Morning,” she said flatly, already regretting being awake.

Walker swaggered in shirtless, the faint scent of burnt hair trailing behind him. His right eyebrow was missing, and his protein shake was dripping down the side of the cup like it, too, was having a rough morning. “What’s all this fuss?” he asked, clearly having no idea and still deeply eager to insert himself into it.

Alexei was last—if you didn’t count Bob, who had re-entered like a returning sitcom character. The Red Guardian stomped in still fully suited up like he’d been waiting for an excuse to wear the damn thing again. He was chewing a bagel with zero urgency and looked utterly delighted.

You didn’t even have time to react before Yelena pointed accusingly.

“I KNEW IT,” she crowed, face mask cracking with the sheer force of her grin. “I knew you two were disgustingly in love. Pay up, Ava.”

Ava, without breaking eye contact or moving a muscle, reached into her hoodie pocket and tossed a crumpled ten-dollar bill at Yelena’s feet like she was making an offering to the chaos gods. “This is stupid,” she deadpanned. “I wanted drama. Not a rom-com with a six-zero war criminal lead.”

Bucky made a strangled sound, equal parts offended and deeply betrayed.

Walker squinted at you both, then at the bed, then at your left hand, and finally let out a low whistle. “So how long were you gonna hide it, huh?” he asked, tipping his protein shake toward the ring like it was a toast. “You think we wouldn’t notice the rock the size of a mini frisbee?”

You groaned softly (for the umpteenth time) from beneath the blanket and elbowed Bucky in the ribs. “I need your sweatshirt.”

With a muttered curse and some careful one-armed maneuvering, he reached blindly toward the edge of the bed where his hoodie had landed the night before. It took him a full fifteen seconds to find it while still holding the blanket up with a white-knuckled grip like a man defending a fort. You snatched the hoodie the second it was within reach and, under the comforter, managed to shove it over your head in a tangled, slightly humiliating flurry of limbs and curses.

You sat up, dragged your fingers through your hair, and tried to salvage at least one ounce of dignity as you held up your left hand.

“Yeah,” you finally said, voice hoarse but good-natured. “He asked last night.”

A beat.

“After nearly setting the kitchen on fire with candles.”

Yelena turned to Bucky with a smirk like a knife. “You cooked? No wonder she said yes. She probably thought she was gonna die.”

“False,” Bucky muttered, burying his burning face into your shoulder like he could disappear into his your hoodie. “Everything was under control.”

“You burned pasta, Buck,” you said, gently patting his thigh.

He groaned louder.

That was when Walker, always the menace, decided to start playing “Single Ladies” off his phone at full volume.

Yelena immediately joined in, throwing her clay-covered hands into the air and doing a half-committed version of the dance. Bob screamed and jumped in beside her like it was Broadway. Alexei started filming with his tablet and narrating like it was a National Geographic special: “And here, we see the modern American bachelor ritual in full display…”

Ava, still seated at the foot of the bed, stared into the middle distance and muttered, “This is hell.” But she was smiling a little despite herself.

You glanced at Bucky, who was still clinging to you like he might actually combust if he let go, and whispered through your laughter, “Wish we kept it a secret?”

His only response was a long, suffering moan muffled into your neck.

But even with the entire team screaming Beyoncé lyrics ten feet away, you could feel it in the way he held you.

The answer was no. He wouldn’t trade this chaos for the world. Not if it meant getting to love you out loud. But Bucky had his limits, especially when said chaos was standing three feet from your half-naked form and singing (moreso squawking) at full volume.

“Out,” Bucky commanded flatly.

No one moved.

“I’m serious. Out. Now. Before I start naming weaknesses.”

That got them scrambling. Walker tripped over Yelena’s bunny slipper. Ava phased directly through Bob, who screamed. Alexei took his sweet time: bagel first, dignity second. But within thirty seconds, the room was empty.

Silence.

Bucky exhaled, long and slow, then let the blanket fall from his death grip.

You flopped back onto the bed with a thud, eyes wide and disbelieving, one arm tossed dramatically over your face. “That did not just happen.”

Bucky collapsed right on top of you and stuck his nose into the curve of your left collarbone. “It did. And I want to move.”

“To where?”

“Somewhere quiet. Unmapped. No cell signal.”

You laughed and ran your hands through his dark hair. His hand came up to find yours, fingers lacing gently together. “So… guess everyone knows now.”

“Good.”

Then he leaned up and kissed you. Slow, certain, and smiling against your mouth.

When he pulled back, he smirked. “Think it’s too early to elope?”

You raised a brow. “You trying to skip the party?”

His grin widened. “Just trying to skip Bob’s speech.

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bcacstuff · 2 days ago

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Cait is a Critics Choice Super Awards Nominee. Winners announced in August:

https://deadline.com/2025/06/2025-critics-choice-super-awards-nominations-1236430917/

Deadpool & Wolverine, Thunderbolts* and The Last of Us scored six nominations apiece to lead nominations for the Critics Choice Super Awards, which recognized the most popular superhero, sci-fi/fantasy, horror and action movies and TV series.

Nominees were announced Tuesday, with winners to be revealed August 7.

Both Deadpool and Thunderbolts* are up for Best Superhero movie alongside Captain America: Brave New World, Robot Dreams, Venom: The Last Dance and the indie The People’s Joker, with leads including Ryan Reynolds, Hugh Jackman, Emma Corrin, Jennifer Garner, David Harbour, Lewis Pullman, Florence Pugh and Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Corrin and Pullman were among those that picked up multiple noms.

Other notables with acting noms across genres included Tom Cruise (Mission: Impossible – The Final Reckoning), Lady Gaga (Joker: Folie à Deux), Ana de Armas (From the World of John Wick: Ballerina), Lupita Nyong’o (The Wild Robot), Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt (The Fall Guy), Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya (Dune: Part Two) and Michael B. Jordan (Sinners).

On the TV side, Last of Us scored noms for Best Superhero Series, Limited Series or Made-for-TV Movie and Best Horror Series, Limited Series or Made-for-TV Movie. Stars Pedro Pascal and Bella Ramsay each scored two noms for acting.

For the full list of nominees see here (or link above)

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tlou-obsessed · 8 months ago

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Okay so I'm gonna ramble more about 'The Wild Robot': spoiler alert:

Brightbill was never supposed to come this far, he's what they call a runt, the odds were stacked against him from the beginning of his life. He got raised by Roz and became the odd man out, they bullied him, no one accepted him. All that happens and he starts internalizing that hate..

But then the importance of a support system is shown, because even as Brightbill wants to quit, Roz won't let him, and not only her but Fink and Thunderbolt start supporting him too:

This is so amazing, because what Brightbill has been led to believe is a disadvantage Thunderbolt lets him know it's not, that it's even beautiful.

Not only that but he compliments Brightbills wings after making him, not letting him, but making him show his wings off, rewiring his beliefs.

Then you have the way Longneck took him under his wing among all those bullies, and all he did was be gentle with him and believing in him, and they did an amazing job in showing how important that is, making Brightbill take the lead to get all the geese out.

What made me even more emotional is that this moment Roz tells him: "Remember, there's nothing he can do that you can't". We see him repeating the same thing later on

motivating the rest the same way his momma did...

"Fly like you, not like them". You may not be able to fly like them, but you can fly like you, and it might take a little longer and a little more work, but you'll get there.

Its so beautiful to see what wonders a support system does. What a beautiful movie to all the people who grew up or are living with disadvantages that slow their progress, this gives some hope, that Endurance is a mighty force, we'll get there eventually.

#I think especially now that Im tutoring some kids this hits me hard #because those kiddos are so insecure #so ashamed of making mistakes #so ashamed that they cant perform better and read faster and remember things #and it makes me so sad #especially when i see them get shy when I compliment them #or when they make their accomplishments less #the support system is so important #so insanely important for kids and adults alike #the wild robot #brightbill #roz the wild robot #rozzum unit 7134 #fink the fox #pedro pascal #lupita nyong'o

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sebstanaddict · 15 days ago

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The Void

Bucky Barnes One Shot

A/N : Ever since I watched Thunderbolts I've always wondered what Bucky saw in The Void. This is what I think he saw. Perhaps it's too obvious, but I hope it still satisfies your curiosity and that you find the ending satisfying and heartwarming.

Warning : violence, depiction of murder, Thunderbolts spoiler

Read more Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan one shots here.

Check out my master list here for more Bucky and Sebastian stories.

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The Void

No one ever told Bucky that healing would feel like dying first.

That before he could find peace, he'd have to bleed memory by memory. That before he could move forward, he'd have to go back and face everything that broke him.

The Void - an entity, a force, maybe even a memory - was getting closer. It was here, wrapping cold fingers around the edges of their reality.

It crept toward them, slow and inevitable, swallowing light and sound with each inch it claimed. It spread like a sickness, leaving behind jagged, blackened scars on everything it touched - especially the soul.

Bucky’s gaze swept over his team, lingering on Ava, then on Walker, and finally on Alexei, the weight of unspoken promises pressing down on his chest.

“Fine,” he said quietly, but his voice carried the strength of a decision made. “Let’s go get her.”

Together, they stepped out from the safety of the shadows. Each footfall quiet, but sure. Not toward death - but something heavier.

Redemption.

At the edge of The Void, it waited - Bob, or what used to be him. Now, just emptiness in a shape that used to be a man.

“You think you can save them?” he muttered, his voice stripped of warmth and steeped in disdain. Then he laughed - a hollow, echoing sound that didn’t belong to anything human. “Go ahead and try.”

And then -

The Void surged forward and swallowed them whole.

Bucky closed his eyes as the sensation of falling overtook him, the darkness pulling him inward, dragging him deep. There was no up, no down - only suffocating black.

When he opened his eyes, time fractured.

Before him sat a younger version of himself, strapped to a cold metal chair, muscles stiff with panic, wide eyes wild with confusion and fear. His knuckles were bone-white as he gripped the armrests like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

The robotic arms moved and cold metal plates pressed against his skull.

And then he screamed.

The sound hit Bucky like a bullet to the chest.

He flinched, physically recoiling, the scream reverberating through his ribs. He remembered that pain - not just the physical agony, but the betrayal, the silence, the absence of anyone who gave a damn.

No one had listened then.

And no one listened now.

Bucky tore his gaze away and stumbled back, running blindly through the darkness until a sliver of light pierced through - a door.

He pushed through it.

And found himself in a playground.

His heart plummeted.

“No… please, no,” he murmured, shaking his head as if denial could unmake the memory.

A small boy sat alone on a swing, maybe five years old, humming to himself without a care in the world. The son of a diplomat. Innocent. Bright.

Bucky’s eyes lifted and found himself - another version, perched high on a rooftop with a sniper rifle in hand.

He ran toward the child, screaming, begging time to stop.

But it was too late.

He saw the boy’s head snap back as the bullet hit, blood painting the sand beneath him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Bucky choked out, stumbling forward on weak legs. His trembling hands reached for the boy’s face, but all he found was cold stillness and eyes that no longer saw.

Tears clouded his vision, but he forced himself to rise, to keep moving.

He ran until the playground vanished behind him. A building loomed ahead and he rushed inside - only for the floor to vanish beneath him.

He fell.

Hard.

Groaning, he rolled onto his back, the breath knocked out of him. As he sat up, he saw them: rows upon rows of windows stretching endlessly in both directions.

He rose to his feet and approached the first one.

Through the glass, he saw his second kill - a politician caught mid-step, life stolen in an instant. The next window showed a soldier. Then a president. An engineer. A physicist. With each window, another life lost at his hand. Each face pressed itself into his memory like a brand.

Then came the last window.

Mr. Nakajima’s son.

Bucky turned his face away, but he still saw it - the quiet horror of it. The Winter Soldier raising a gun and pulling the trigger. Another life gone, another future stolen.

“Enough. This is enough,” he gasped, barely able to breathe beneath the weight of all the ghosts.

He stumbled forward, crashing into the next door, desperate for escape.

But the cold hit him before the room even took shape.

Ice. Mountains. Shadows long and merciless.

The bunker.

He knew this place.

Tony Stark stood before a flickering screen, watching a recording that had destroyed what little was left of their fragile peace. It was the proof. The moment he saw the truth.

“God, no. Please no,” Bucky whispered as the scene unfolded again - the disbelief in Tony’s eyes, then the grief, the slow burn of fury rising in his chest.

He ran toward them, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“Tony, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry! I didn’t get to say it - I didn’t get the chance - ”

Tony turned.

Not to the screen. Not to Steve. Not to his memory.

But to him.

“You think sorry is enough?” His voice was razor sharp, almost shaking. “You think that one word is going to erase everything? The pain? The trauma? The lives?”

“No. I don’t. But I didn’t mean it,” Bucky said, each word dragged from the deepest part of him. “You know I didn’t.”

“But you did it anyway,” Tony snapped.

Then he attacked.

Hot repulsor blasts met metal and flesh, memory and reality colliding in a storm of grief and rage. They fought - not as enemies, but as two men bleeding from wounds too deep to heal.

But then, mid-blow, Tony changed.

The helmet melted into his face. His arm shifted and reformed - sleek, black metal with a red star.

The Winter Soldier stood before him again.

Eyes cold. Void of soul. A ghost in his own skin.

“You let them do this to us,” the Soldier said, voice devoid of feeling.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Bucky replied, his voice ragged with fatigue, a truth he wished were a lie.

“You think you’re better than me now?” the Soldier asked, stepping closer. “Think you can erase me? Pretend I never existed?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Bucky whispered. “But I want to move on.”

The Soldier’s face twisted into something between rage and heartbreak. “You don’t get to move on.”

Then he lunged.

They clashed again, metal crashing against metal, fury against guilt. Bucky wasn’t fighting to win. He was fighting to survive.

Eventually, he fell - slammed into a wall, then crumpling to the ground, limbs shaking, lungs burning.

The Winter Soldier towered over him, raised a fist, and struck.

Again.

And again.

His jaw cracked. His nose broke. The taste of blood filled his mouth.

He didn’t fight back.

He couldn’t.

Until -

A voice. Familiar. Steady. Believing.

Steve’s.

“It wasn’t your fault, Buck. You didn’t have a choice.”

Then another - Sam’s. Grounded. Warm.

“You’ve come a long way, man. I’m proud of you.”

And then, impossibly - Mr. Nakajima.

The old man’s voice was soft, barely audible, but it wrapped around Bucky’s heart like a balm.

“I forgive you. For my son. For everything.”

Tears spilled freely now, carving paths through the blood and dust on his face.

Bucky raised his hand - slowly, painfully - and caught the next punch before it landed.

The Winter Soldier froze.

Confusion flickered in those dark eyes.

And Bucky reached forward, not to strike - but to hold. To forgive. To be whole.

He wrapped his arms around the ghost of who he once was, pressing their foreheads together as his heart pounded against the metal chest.

“I forgive you,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You were just trying to survive. So was I.”

The Winter Soldier didn’t speak. But he shuddered.

And then - he faded.

The void trembled.

And bloomed with light.

Bucky collapsed, breath shallow and ragged, limbs heavy. But something in him had shifted. Something long broken had found the first stitch of healing.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t alone.

Red Guardian stood beside him, bruised and battered but alive. Ghost shimmered into visibility, calm and steady. John Walker nodded once, curt but genuine.

Ava stepped forward, her voice quiet.

“I think they’re in there,” she said, nodding toward the house ahead.

Bucky sat up slowly and followed her gaze. For the first time, he saw it clearly.

“Then let’s go,” he said.

And once again, they walked together - as a unit, a family bound not by blood, but by loss and survival and the decision to keep fighting for something better.

As Bucky moved forward with them, shoulder to shoulder, he felt it in his chest - not just the ache, but the healing.

Among the chaos, among the pain, among the people who had seen the worst and stayed -

He had found home.

And there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

#sebastian stan #sebastianstan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #buckybarnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #thunderbolts

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tobiasdrake · 3 months ago

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Y'know I was thinking about Brave New World and how it's a Hulk movie with Captain America as the Protagonist, and I thought what if we change the antagonist?

Like, instead of a sequel for the "Incredible Hulk" movie, we make it a sequel to "Captain America and the Winter Soldier"?

We bring back Zola, and make the Big Threath "The Sleepers"?

Y'know the Giant Hydra robots.

I think a secret Hydra threat might have increased the movie's unfavorable comparisons to Winter Soldier. Though that might be unavoidable.

Despite Age of Ultron allegedly featuring the very final defeat of Hydra, Hydra is still around, according to Ant-Man. And also Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. but that series isn't canon right now.

For me, I think the best thing they could have done would have been to just let Ross be the monster that the movie wants him to be. He's already barking racism at Sam and sacrificing Isaiah for PR and detaining Sterns without trial to force him to give him treatments.

Just take out the parts where the movie turns around and goes, "But he's a really good guy. He's a good guy. Honest. He's such a changed man, I swear!" and just let him be vile. Let the Red Hulk be the actual villain of a movie that culminates in a boss battle with the Red Hulk.

You can still have Sam talk him down at the end!

Make the Red Hulk fight into Ross lashing out after he's been publicly exposed for his crimes, similar to how Iron Man handled the Ironmonger fight. Big fantasy superhero moment where Ross is like "I AM THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES" but Captain America is here to drag him away on behalf of The People anyway, and then Ross suddenly reveals what he was making Sterns do to him.

The Red Hulk fight should feel like the culmination of Ross's entire journey across the MCU, from Incredible Hulk to Civil War to Black Widow to Avengers: Endgame and now reaching its apex in Brave New World. Like this is what it's all been building towards. It's all finally coming out here.

It should feel climactic, not just for the movie but for the Saga of Thunderbolt Ross. Finally releasing all of the tension that has been built up for two decades around this smug little shitstain of a man. You don't even need to have seen Incredible Hulk to want to see Captain America break Ross's fucking nose. He's kind of a big deal.

Making him the well-meaning deuteragonist was a wild choice. And seeing how the box office is performing for the film, I can't help but think that this choice ruined any hope the film had of finding its audience.

But I can't help but feel there's a version of this movie that could exist, where Sam gets to have his moment of triumph over a truly heinous Ross, an action-packed boss fight with the Red Hulk, and still ultimately give a big speech that persuades Ross to cut his losses, recognize the futility of his actions, and surrender for his daughter's sake.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #captain america brave new world

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