#tony's water and electronics

[tony456pt]

[lanabuckybarnes]

| Only In Vegas | 18+ MINORS DNI

Your trip to Vegas with Bucky ends in the best way possible—and in the most exposed.

✧ pairing ✧ Biker!Bucky x Female!Reader

✧ Warnings ✧ Fluff, brief mention of oral (F receiving), a lil drinking, teasing, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Nipple play, Unprotected PinV, [ Petnames: Angel, Baby, Good Girl, Babygirl, Babydoll ], Clit play, Creampie - any more that should be here please let me know!!

✧ Word Count ✧ 2.4k

✧ Author Note ✧ Sooo, I wanted to write something for my birthday but I got so demotivated this past week. Consider this my late birthday fic/Drabble.

✧ Event ✧ Hot Bucky Summer | WEEK 1 | “Louder let everyone hear you.” | Screaming/noisy sex, Gangbang, Exhibitionism | @buckybarnesevents

Work had Bucky rushed off his feet all month. He’d wake up in the morning, kissing you before rushing off, he wouldn’t return till late in the night, when you were already curled up under the duvet sleeping away. Clutching Bucky’s pillow he noted affectionately.

His heart was beginning to ache. He missed you, missed the long mornings and late nights, snuggling up on the couch watching a movie while his hands wandered. He missed clutching onto you while you cooked, shooing him away when you became convinced that you were going to burn the food.

After bartering with Tony, almost on his knees pleading man to give him the time off, he'd returned home with the biggest smile on his face. He didn’t give you any clue as to what was going on until the week before your flight. He had booked a hotel room for you two in Vegas. Your week has been amazing with just him, drinking, eating, sightseeing—the whole shebang.

Today was no different, you woke up, whimpering Bucky’s name as his tongue delved between your folds, lulling you awake with a delightful orgasm. He then pulled you up and into the shower where he got his fill, sinking deep into your sensitive little pussy. After fooling around for what felt like hours you were both finally ready to get out.

Bucky had let you plan the entire day, trailing behind you with his hand intertwined with yours like a big beefy puppy as you traversed the city. Making sure that you didn’t bump into anyone. He protested when you forced him to take photos next to the fountains, a playful grin on his face as you pulled him close before inching both of your bodies towards the railing.

“Come on Buck just one photo” you giggled against his mouth, his beard tickling your face. He growled menacingly, his hands gripping your hips tighter as you tried to pull away causing you to huff out a sigh.

“Please”.

When you looked at him like that, your eyes wide and your face soft, those lashes framing your orbs in such an innocent manner, he couldn’t resist.

You got your photo of your hot biker leaning against the railing. He was looking off the side giving you the perfect candid look.

You stared at the photo while on the subway to the hotel, your back against Bucky’s chest as he protected you from the bustling carriage.

The electronic lock of your door made a little jingle when you unlocked it, shuffling in. You didn’t even register the white bag or roses decorating the sheets until Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh? Buck, what is this?” You smiled, making your way over to the back while watching him. He all but shrugged and sat on one of the chairs by the window, sipping on his water.

You gasped when you pulled the dress from the bag. The one you’d been eyeing up for a while, although it was far too expensive.

Bucky had caught you a few times while walking by the store, a longing expression on your face, a small sad sigh that had his heart clenching as you moved on. Bucky had bought it for you as soon as he’d booked the trip, hiding it away in his luggage until tonight.

“Buck—” you turned to him, eyes wet with unshed tears, a disbelieving smile curling your lips. He stood, a lazy grin on his face as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Put it on, we have a reservation at 5” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in, kissing you softly.

When Bucky mentioned the reservation you had no idea it was for the fanciest restaurant you’d ever stepped foot into. You almost felt underdressed compared to the lavish decor.

Bucky gave his name to the host and you were situated at the back, a complimentary champagne on set the table for your arrival. The waitress handed both menus over before slipping away, leaving you both alone.

“Eugh” Bucky grimaced at the bitter taste of the champagne, setting the glass as far from him as possible as if having it too close would burn him.

“Bucky you didn’t have to do all this”

You eyed your surroundings, sipping on your champagne. God, it really did taste terrible. His warm hand laying over the top of yours brought you back to his slate blue eyes, swimming with love, his pupils dilating at the sight of your awestruck expression.

“No…” he began, squeezing your hand before lifting it to his lips, peppering soft kisses over each knuckle before turning your hand and cupping his face with it. His lips kissed the heel of your palm sweetly.

��…but can I not spoil my girl?” He chuckled as your thumb brushed over the curve of his cheekbone. Just at that, someone came to take your orders.

Dinner went down a treat, Bucky going for a classic Steak, medium rare and a beer while you settled for something a little more outside your comfort zone and a cocktail.

With both plates empty and a few more glasses of alcohol in your system, you’d both loosened up. Bucky had moved sometime around his second or third beer to the same side of the booth as you, his arm thrown over the back of the chair while you curled into him. Your smaller hand on his thick thigh traced soft circles.

“Do you remember…” he paused as he caught your gaze, swallowing down the urge to kiss you, “…when we went to that restaurant for our first anniversary?”

Your groan had him laughing airily, his arm falling around your shoulder and pulling you in close. His fingers squeezed down your bare bicep until it fell, catching onto your hip.

“When you could keep your hands off me”.

His nose bumped the side of your head, his lips brushing over your ear. You shivered at his hot breath fanning down the column of your neck, right at that sensitive spot.

“You put my hand in between those legs and looked up at me with those big fucking eyes didn’t you baby?” He growled, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear.

“Bucky” you warned, your thighs clenching as your eyes fluttered shut. Your nipples pebbled at the thought, zips of excitement rushing down your spine.

“Yeah that was your favourite word that night wasn’t it? In that bathroom stall, your legs around my waist. Could barely get my jeans past my ass before you were jumping on my dick”.

He gleamed at the soft noise you let out, your hand squeezing his thigh. Then you looked up at him, the same way you did all those years ago, with perfect pink lips and coloured eyes that were almost black with lust.

“Take me back to the hotel”. You demanded. Bucky was happy to oblige.

You grunted into his mouth as your back met the wall, your arms pulling him impossibly close as your tongues fought against each other. He parted with a laugh at your desperation, a string of saliva connecting you both.

“Mm such a good girl for me ain’t you? All desperate for my cock…you only had it this morning yet your pussy is fucking soaked”.

He spat, mouthing sloppy kisses down your neck, his hand slipping under the dress to press against your soaked panties. His free hand reached behind you both, unzipping your dress, knowing that you would’ve killed him if he ripped it off your frame on your first time wearing it.

His lips kissed down, over the swell of your breasts until he reached a hardened nipple. His gaze flickered up to yours before he licked over the bud, a shudder racking your body, your back arching into him and a delicious whine falling from your mouth.

Then a wicked idea crossed his mind. The sheer curtains covering a patio door lead onto the big balcony you had your breakfast sitting on, watching the world go by.

You squealed as he picked you up off your feet, walking you both easily to the opposite end of the room. You prepared yourself to be launched onto the bed, your eyes squeezing shut as you rested your head against his shoulder.

The soft click of the lock behind you had your eyes snapping open again. The cold air slapped your bare back as he stepped out into the night.

“Bucky—Bucky what are you doing?” You covered yourself as he set you down on the chair, stepping back to strip himself of his shirt and pants. His cock tented against his tight briefs.

He pulled you back up into his arms, taking your seat and making you straddle him.

“We should take advantage of this…let me fuck your little pussy out here?” He spoke between sloppy kisses down your neck and breasts.

“Buck people will see us” you argued, biting back the soft moans as his fingers pinched your sensitive nipples.

You should’ve known Bucky didn’t give a fuck about who saw you, especially considering the number of times he’s growled in your ear about fucking you on the bar table, uncaring if Steve or Sam or anyone else was watching. He only held back for your sake.

The thought of Bucky inside you, his hands gripping your hips as he bucked into you relentlessly, pulling you back onto him and moaning your name against your ear while the city below continued on their way. Maybe they’d catch you, the thought of them catching you turned you on in a disgustingly sexy way.

Bucky’s brows twitched at the sight of you clenching your thighs together, trying hard to hide it from him but he was extremely perceptive.

“You’re thinking about it ain’t you baby?” His hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear before he took the tip of it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it slowly.

Your resolve was slipping faster than you liked, and when the back of his long digits slid down your exposed midriff, settling lazily between your thighs—you were putty in his hands.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me Bucky” you grumbled, taking his jaw into your hand and pulling him down onto your mouth, his lips curling into a smile against yours as he realised he’d won.

His hands moved from your hips to your ass, grinding your clothed sex over his throbbing cock, your wetness seeping through the black material and mixing with his steadily leaking precum. He stood with you, letting you go to push his briefs off. His thick cock slapped against his abs, leaking all over himself. You couldn’t help it when you reached down, wrapping your hand around the base and pumping him in your hand a few times.

“Fuck angel I’m gonna make you feel so good” he growled, throwing his head back in pleasure. His lips found yours again as he repeated your actions from earlier on that day, inching you back until you were close to the railing. He turned you so your back was against his chest.

“Jesus you’re fucking wet…you want people to watch you get fucked by your big biker huh? You like people watching you don’t you” You nodded, yipping as your lower stomach met the cold railing, his hand gripping the base of his cock to run over your panty-covered folds.

“You want this dick baby?” He groaned into your ear as he pushed his tip into you through your underwear, teasing you relentlessly.

“Mm please Buck” you begged, eyeing him over your shoulder.

“Good girl” he moaned, his cock slipping into you easily, your heat clinging to him, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

His hips jerked brutally, soft moans falling from his lips and into the crook of your neck. You tried so hard to muffle them, chewing on your lower lip until you drew blood. The first slip had your determination unravelling, your desperate sounds falling unabashedly from your mouth, growing in pitch as they mixed with Bucky moans.

“Yesss that’s it baby louder let everyone hear you, let everyone hear just how good this dick fucking feels” He bit down onto your shoulder, an flurry of slurred cursed words and deep guttural sounds in his chest vibrating your back.

You felt that coil begin to form, ropes of pleasure knotting in your stomach so bad you wanted to scream. Bucky’s praises and encouragement not helping in any way.

“Fuck feels so good Bucky, feels fucking good” you cried, pushing back to meet every one of his thrusts. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slap of wet skin on skin.

“Ohh babydoll you’re fucking squeezing me…you gonna come soon? Gonna come all over my fucking dick? Yeah, you are ain’t you? Ohhh shit that pussy’s fucking gushing…making a mess” he spat filthy into your ear, his hand fisted your hair. pulling in such a way that had your back arching as his other grasped your much smaller one from the railing and trailed it down from your sternum to your puffy little nub.

“Play with that little clit—mmm—be a good girl and make yourself come, squeeze my fucking cock angel” he urged, his thick fingers circling your own around your pearl until you found your own pace.

“Oh fuck—mmm, fuck gonna cum oh shit Bucky!!” your scream echoed over the night sky in waves. No doubt alerting people to you both if you hadn’t already.

You clenched around him hard as your orgasm slammed into you, your teeth biting down on the fat of his palm and your body quaking with harsh jerks.

“Mmm, fuck angel gonna come…gonna fill that fucking pussy oh shit ohh fuck!” He rasped as his thick tip pushed deep, pressing into your cervix before spurting string after string of hot seed into you.

“Ohh such a good girl” he praised, arms wrapping around you as he stepped back until he could sit his bare ass on the patio chair.

“You did so good angel I’m so fucking proud of you” Bucky was always like this after sex, so sweet and clingy. His fingers circled your sensitive little nub until you pushed him away.

“You think anyone heard us?” You asked with a hint of a smile on your face, basking in the afterglow of what just happened, his cock still heavy inside you, his white shirt wrapped around your shoulders again to block you from the cold.

“Mm not a soul angel” he replied sarcastically, kissing your temple softly, watching your eyes slip closed before he scooped you up and sauntered back into the room. Slipping your spent body under the covers before joining you and pulling you in impossibly close.

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[buckysgirl27]

Off To War

Part Eight

40s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are married in the 40's. Hydra captures Bucky and commands him to eliminate them. Can he do it? What will happen to future Bucky with this new information.

Trigger Warnings: angst

A/N: Thank you for all the love❤️

Masterlist

"Ok now idiots." Tony kindly began. "Remember, Wilson, keep Barnes from going with Capscicle. Capscicle....don't get involved anymore than you have to. No contact with anyone you used to know. And if Terminator shows up while you're there because we overshot the date, then you HAVE to leave her. It'll change the course of history if you don't and we all know that's not a good thing."

Sam nudged Bucky.

"Hear that? No sneaking around."

Bucky rolled his eyes and glared at him intensely enough Sam was sure if he was Vision he would be burning holes straight through him.

"Remember Buck-" Steve started.

"Yeah, yeah I'll scare her off because she thinks I'm dead." Bucky huffed.

Steve smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry. I wish you could come with me."

Bucky glared at him too.

"I could. You just won't let me."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Alright children let's get this show on the road."

Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder before putting his helmet on and walking over to the machine. It was going to be a long five seconds for Bucky.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve landed face first in your flowerbed and got a mouthful of dirt. He spat it out immediately wishing he had a water bottle on him. But water and electronics don't go well together so alas. No water.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and faced the house he thought he'd never see again.

It'd been a long time. But here he was again. A week before the incident. It wasn't enough time to wrap your head around anything that was going on but he figured once you heard Bucky was alive all you would need was 30 seconds to think it through. You probably really wouldn't even think it through.

He took a deep breath and rose to his feet. He stared at the front door for a moment before he started to make his way to it.

He paused before he knocked on the door. When he did knock, he knocked twice and then let himself in before you could get to the door. You were pregnant after all. Moving around had been tough for you. He remembered that. He remembered more than he wanted to.

Your favorite color was black, because it matched with everything. But your house was mostly pastel because you thought black as decorative items was just too harsh.

You had an attitude that rivaled current Bucky. Hah.

Sam had no idea what he was getting himself into helping bring you back. Steve chuckled to himself.

You hated frills but your mother loved them so a lot of the items in your house were frilly and lace girly stuff because your mother had gotten it for you and you couldn't refuse the gift even though you secretly wanted to burn it them.

"Anybody home?" He called out.

"Oh Steve!" You called to him. "Perfect timing! I can't reach Bucky's mug. I need to clean it. It's starting to get dusty. I know I don't use it but it should still be cleaned. Just in case. Right?" You rambled a bit. It was cute.

"Yeah of course." Steve smiled.

You frowned.

"You're awfully nice right now. What's wrong?"

Steve laughed. He missed your perceptiveness.

"And you ma'am are awfully perceptive. It's about Bucky actually." He said as he handed you the mug.

"Oh." You said softly as you accepted it.

"No! It's a good thing!"

"Steve you told me he was dead for good. What's good about it? Did they find his body? Can I bury him?"

Steve shook his head vigorously.

"No. He's alive but," he paused.

"But what?!" You yell placing Bucky's mug on the counter and shoving Steve's chest.

"You're gonna want to sit down for this. Trust me." Steve said as he led you to the kitchen table.

"I don't need to sit down for shit Steve! Just tell me what's going on!"

Steve pulled out your chair and you sat anyway. Your back was hurting.

"I'm not the Steve you know." He started.

"What the hell do you mean you're not the Steve I know? What other Steve Rogers is there?"

Steve chuckled. He missed this.

"Well. If you let me finish the story, you'd know now wouldn't ya?"

He smiled smugly at your scowl.

"Fine. Continue oh wise one."

"Buck fell off the train and did die. But he was found by an organization called HYDRA. The Nazi science division. They somehow brought him back to life and...changed him. A lot. He lost his arm when he fell. Tried to grab hold of a rock to stop the fall and off it went. Well. This group found him and gave him a new arm. A metal one. When he woke up he had amnesia and they used that against him and made sure he never remembered anyone or anything by using consistent electro shock therapy and pills. His first assignment they give him is you. He kills you. He doesn't know who you are. And he's different now. Moody. Grumpy. Has terrible nightmares. Long hair. Has a hard time keeping up with hygiene in general actually. Sometimes I have to remind him to do things."

Your breath hitched and Steve could see the tears welling in your eyes. He knew you well enough to know you were trying to hold them back.

"You say this like he's already done it." You look Steve dead in the eye. "Who are you?"

Steve smiles at you kindly.

"I am Steve Rogers, and you did know me. I crash a plane into the ice in a few months and am frozen for about 70 years. I'm your Steve. But from the future."

You laughed.

"You can't be from the future! That's impossible!"

Steve shrugged.

"I'm here aren't I?"

You laughter died after that comment.

"Why are you here?"

Steve smiled at you sadly.

"Bucky escaped captivity. He remembers you. He remembered what he did and I had to fill in the details. Distraught is an understatement."

You looked at him curiously.

"So you built a Time Machine to get me back?"

Steve laughed.

"Sorry. No. Long story but we already had it. Tony Stark was supposed to destroy it but he didn't. Thankfully it turns out."

You smiled at that.

"Do I even want to know why you needed a Time Machine?"

Steve smirked.

"End of the world."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah ok drama queen."

You looked around the room for a moment. Steve's eyes followed you.

Before he could say anything you spoke.

"So when are we leaving?"

Steve grinned.

"Whenever you're ready."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the longest 5 seconds of Bucky's life. What if you didn't want to see him again? What if you did want to see him but as soon as you saw him you were repulsed by the new him? What if the story Steve told you scared you off? There were so many what ifs.

Before he knew it though he heard a loud crack, like thunder and there you were. Swollen belly and all.

Bucky exhaled. You were so much more beautiful in person than his memory.

He wasn't sure whether or not to walk up to you so he stayed planted firmly in place.

Steve helped you down and when you looked up you met Bucky's nervous eyes. What if you hated him?

"James?" She asked.

He opened his mouth and then shut it. Trying to form words.

"Yeah baby doll. It's me."

Steve watched with a smile while Sam and Tony gagged internally as you waddled as fast as you could to Bucky and he met you halfway pulling you tightly into his arms.

"I missed you so much James." You bawled into his shirt, thoroughly soaking it.

Bucky pulled you away from where your face was nestled deeply into his chest and kissed you passionately. This earned a loud groan of disgust from Sam.

Bucky ignored it. When he pulled away he cupped your cheeks in his palms and pressed his forehead to yours.

"I missed you too baby girl."

That's how he wished it happened. It would have been so much better if it happened like that. But no. He choked up.

"I-I can't do this." He choked out. Then he turned on his heels and rushed out of the room leaving everyone in shock.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You thought if what Steve told you was true, something like this might happen. Even though he used to be a very extroverted person, he was still very private. Emotions were sometimes difficult but they never seemed to be too difficult with you.

It didn't come as a total shock. But it still hurt. A lot.

You heard footsteps behind you and felt Steve rub soothing circles on your back.

"C'mon. Let me introduce you to a couple people. Since Bucky's being an ass I'll show you where you can stay until he gets some sense knocked back into him."

You smirked up at him.

"Language, Steve."

Suddenly you heard the two other men burst out laughing.

"So that's where you got it from?" The man who had been standing by James had asked while laughing.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah sue me. Anyway, That's Sam, he's annoying but he means well and has been helping Buck a lot even though he thinks he can do it all on his own." Steve turned and guided you with him. "That's Tony. The Winter Soldier killed his parents so they don't get a long well. It's gotten better though."

You nodded solemnly and walked up to Tony.

"I know I don't need to but I feel like I must apologize on behalf of my husband. Although I am sure he has apologized already. I am so sorry for everything you have been through Anthony, and if there's anything we- anything I can do for you please let me know."

Tony looks at you perplexed. People only ever told him that his parents were amazing people. They didn't really care about his feelings.

He was even more confused when you reached out for a hug. He instinctively moved back.

You brought your arms back to yourself.

"Right of course. I'm sorry."

You looked to the ground and then at Steve.

"It's been a lot. Will you show me to my room?"

Steve nodded and guided you to the door.

"Of course. Don't worry about Buck. He'll come 'round."

You smiled sadly.

"I hope so."

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[corawithfanfiction]

I Should've Kissed You Longer I Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Episode 9

episode 8 - episode 10

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: The intervention team has arrived to deal with your appetite and your appetite that is getting worse day by day because Steve doesn't remember you.

Warnings: loss, denial, uncertainty of death, amnesia, loss of memory, non-contact, obscurity, mourning, unconsciousness, anorexia, eating disorder.

Author Note: I know that a few chapters are short, but the first chapters are a bit short as I need to cut the story in logical places as the chapters will get longer and longer. According to the current plans, our story will be around 27-28 chapters, enjoy your reading.

Monday, July 8

night

You kissed me. I hugged you like a non-swimmer in the middle of the sea hugs anything that floats. And you kissed me back. You kissed my chin. "Your darkness over the light," you said, inhaling deeply as you kissed me. Those days are centuries ago.

I still throw up several times a day, at least once. I'm cold under the covers and I don't feel like drinking water, even if my throat feels like a desert, even if I feel like I've swallowed a handful of sand. Only rarely. I've become like a ghost. I see myself in the mirror. I'm thin, pale. My full but shapely cheeks that everyone loves to squeeze have disappeared. I'm half dead.

I haven't seen you because I never leave my room. A couple of times a day some of your team come and bring me something to eat. I always take two forks and throw up within a few minutes of them trying to talk to me or a few hours after they leave, but this afternoon the vicious circle was broken. Tony entered my room first and stood in the doorway waiting for me to look at him. When I finally looked at him in frustration, for a brief moment his eyes were on the glasses he had sent me, but his gaze found me again. I hadn't seen him since the two of you left my room fighting, but I knew he was aware of me somewhere back there. At worst, Friday was reporting to him.

When I looked at him, he smiled and gave a short bow and stepped aside to let me see the person he had brought. You were looking down at the tray he was holding, full of food. You looked up and our eyes met and for a moment the concept of time was lost to me. You looked more tired than I remembered and if I didn't know you, if I didn't know that you didn't remember me, I would say you were broken too. But I do know you and I know you.

For a moment I watched as you came and sat down next to me, as if in a dream, and said something. I couldn't take my eyes off you. I nodded briefly as your lips moved and waited for my response. When we finally broke eye contact, I began to get a sense of time and sound. When you looked down at the tray in your lap and picked up a fork, I looked at the plates as you did. Golden French fries, Heinz's mild mustard - a mustard addict, of course I recognized it - a red liquid that looked like hot sauce, a piece of veal Vienna schnitzel. A large bowl of a beautiful green salad with tomatoes and balsamic vinegar in the dressing, another bowl of spaghetti with tomatoes and cream. Finally a bowl of yogurt. All lightly salted, as I prefer.

I thought for a moment that if you fed me these, there would be a high probability of interesting and unwanted images. So I took the fork out of your hand so that nobody's eyes would bleed and there was a tiny exchange of electrons between our hands. I'm very fluent, but even when I stop and think about it, like it just happened, time breaks. I can't remember the last time I was this close to you. One moment it was like weeks ago, and then of course everything fell apart.

I had eaten some yogurt and a couple of potatoes when Tony suddenly spoke up. "Still upset stomach, Y/N?" You, already watching me and instinctively averting my eyes every time our eyes met, began to look at me even more intently. Besides, I knew you both already knew this, but I nodded, desperately hoping for the best - that it was to break the silence. "Yes." What was I supposed to say, that I was severely depressed because you didn't remember me and that I consciously refused to eat? I couldn't say that in front of you, I didn't want you to pity me, so I just looked for a knife in the tray and found one. I cut a small piece of the schnitzel, dipped it in a mixture of mustard and hot sauce and put it in my mouth.

"Of course, you're the expert, but this sickness has lasted a long time," Tony said, but didn't finish. I didn't understand what he was trying to imply, or at least I didn't think about it. Normally I liked to tease him, in fact I liked to tease everyone, but it was more fun with someone as smart as Tony, but I was in no mood or energy at the moment.

"I just don't take good care of myself." Well, let's not kid each other, I wasn't taking care of myself at all.

"Well, look than," Tony said, as if he was saying something perfectly normal. I gave him one of my many insulting, annoying smiles as I chewed my small portion of pasta, and after I swallowed it, I simply mocked, "Your intelligence has enlightened us."

"You should take care of yourself, you don't usually eat whatever anyone brings you. You're almost like a child," Tony said suddenly. Believe it or not Steve, I felt full and the appetite that had come with you was gone without you. I put down the other piece of schnitzel on my fork and leaned back. As I looked back at Tony's face I saw that I still had your eyes on me. I already remembered the effect your gaze used to have on me, no doubt I felt the same. "That's what I'm talking about."

"You've really gotten old, haven't you?" I asked with a grimace as I saw you pick up my fork. You picked up the piece of schnitzel I had left and held it up and examined it. I looked at you in horror as you put it in your mouth. Did you just eat something from my fork? It was as if I had traveled back a few weeks for a split second, but when I blinked, I remembered I was in real time.

"Your eyes have turned green since I've seen them," Tony said slowly. You swallowed and turned your eyes back to me. It was like a time vortex formed around us. Maybe we looked at each other for minutes. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but you seemed to be as affected by the situation as I was. Then, out of nowhere, you tried to shove a salad in my mouth. I don't know where it came from, but it was the fork you used, and I had the feeling that everything could go back to normal. That we could spend our days together like we used to. I wanted to think that maybe I just had the flu and you took time off work and stayed home to take care of me. That would simplify everything, but you know, the reality is very different. Nevertheless, I opened my mouth and gently let you feed me a salad.

You didn't speak during the whole meal and I only gave passing answers to Tony, who talked and talked. I hadn't had this opportunity for weeks, so I kept my eyes on you. When I was full this time, you nodded calmly and stood up, heading for the door. Tony smiled at me as he followed. He even came up to me and stroked my hair. For a moment a hopeful energy flowed from him to me. "You need to go back to the way things were," he said softly. "You've missed your cleaning routine for too long." The thing Tony teased me about the most was my cleaning routine. I did a thousand things every day. At one point he kept bringing it up and I realized I hadn't showered in a while.

When you left, and before you left you turned around and looked at me, I felt full again after a long time and I remembered why I loved that feeling. I don't know if you can believe it, but I didn't throw up after you left. I can feel my metabolism returning to normal because of the food. Maybe the way to get back to the way we were is to get back to the way I was?

Y/N

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[twiixr4kidz]

wut music do u think the evil exes would listen to?? (spto specifically lolz)

IM GLAD U ASKED HELLO?????? if there's one ting i love more than scent headcanons, IT'S MUSIC HEADCANONS.

matthew patel:

HE'S A FUCKING EMO!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!

loves my chemical romance

other favorite bands are the used, saosin, n chiodos

he probably listens to sea shanties too LMFAOAOA

lucas lee:

he's a little hard to pinpoint..........

i feel like he doesn't listen to music that often?? something about being too busy with movies or hanging out with gordon goose............

play any of the tony hawk game soundtracks for him and he'll be chillin in no time

todd ingram:

definitely likes harder music

i can see him listening to rammstein honestly

also probably likes shitty dad rock

seether, skillet, three days grace, HE PROBABLY LISTENS TO NICKLEBACK TOO OK I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

roxie richter:

ANOTHER EMO OMG!!!!!!

she's very much a pierce the veil emo

i feel like she listens to a lot of emo bands that toe the line of being scene

sleeping with sirens, snow white's poison bite.............

ok maybe im projecting but she listens to D.R.U.G.S.

kyle katayanagi:

obviously loves electronic music

i feel like he'd fucking with breathe carolina

also likes a lot of rave music

and i can see him listening to limp bizkit but just chocolate starfish and hot dog flavored water, none of their other albums

ken katayanagi:

similarly to kyle, he loves electronic music

definitely anything edm-y

probably likes lofi shit too honestly

n for some reason i can see him as the kind of guy who appreciates classical music on another level

gideon graves:

he's really hard to place LMFAO

i feel like he'd fuck with weezer and radiohead

but at the same time, he KNOWS music

definitely listens to a little bit of everything

[omegaremix]

Favorites For 2019.

Boy Harsher “Face The Fire”

KVB, The “Afterglow”

Silent Servant Shadows Of Death And Desire

Void Vision “The Source”

Lebanon Hanover “Babes Of The ‘80’s” (Tobias Bernstrup RMX)

Ron Morelli Disappearer

Daylyt Let There B Light

Kanga self-titled

Nas “Simple Things”

Masta Killa & Inspectah Deck & GZA “Silverbacks”

Schwefelgelb Dahinter Das Gesich

Cash McCall “Omega Man”

Wild Man Fischer “I’m Working For The Federal Bureau Of Narcotics”

Dick Walter “The Fat Man”

Firefall “Strange Way”

Ice Cube “Arrest The President”

Figure Study “Wait”

Fontaines D.C. “Too Real”

Adrian Belew “Big Electric Cat”

Azar Swan Savage Exile

Primitive Weapons “Keep The Lights On”

ChandraTransportation

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Alleta”

Mirrors For Psychic Warfare “Tomb Puncher”

Body Of Light “Holding You”

Vatican Shadow “Tonight Saddam Walks Amidst Ruins”

Adult. “Lick Out The Content”

Molly Nilsson “A Slice Of Lemon”

Broken English Club “Channel 83”

Urochromes “Night Bully” (Boy Harsher RMX)

Strahinja Arbutina “You Don’t Need This In Your Life”

White Ring “Leprosy”

Cabaret Nocturne “Blind Trust”

Natural Assembly “She Walks In Beauty”

Drvg Cvltvre “I Look For Your Face In The Neon Lights”

Soft Moon “Like A Father”

Primitive Weapons “Negative Mass”

Drvg Cvltvre “Blood Eagle Brigade”

Soma Sema “Artificial Heart”

Grun Wasser “Limits For Limits”

Undertheskin “Cold”

Emptyset “Dissolve”

Pink Turns Blue “I Coldly Stare Out”

Soko “Ocean Of Tears”

Annabel Lee “Hi Hi Hi”

Exasperation “Full Story”

Bangzz “Your Boyfriend Is Really Bringing You Down”

Lost Under Heaven “Black Sun Rising”

Fa-5 “El Blue”

Clear Soul Forces “Get No Better”

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs “Hashashin” (ft. Conway)

Feel, The “You’re Not Around”

Doe “Team Spirit”

Sky H1 “Huit”

Tera Melos “Men’s Shirt”

Earth “Cats On The Briar”

Thanks For Coming     ”Underboxesbehinddoorsinsidepocketswithindrawers”

Evidence “10,000 Hours”

Priests “The Seduction Of Kansas”

GFXR & Alchemist “Ajax”

BadBadNotGood “In Your Eyes” (ft. Charlotte Wilson)

Hookworms “Negative Space”

Joe Moks self-titled

Billy Cobham “Tenth Pinn” (live)

Iodi “Sonrie”

White Mystery “White Mystery”

Kruangbin “August 10”

Marcio Montarroyos “Pedra Bonita”

Midnight Oil “Nothing Lost, Nothing Gained”

Thanks For Coming “Five And A Half Feet Under”

Ripped Jeans “Afraid”

America Fuck Fertility Clown

Trouble Knows Me “Trouble Knows Me”

S. English “Sanctuary”

Free Time “All Four Seasons”

Sky Ferreira “Down Lullabye”

Terekke “Closer”

Boulders self-titled

Tony Williams drum solo

Drift “Say It Right”

Water From Your Eyes “You Never Admit You Could Be Better”

GG Allin & The Holy Men “Tough Fuckin’ Shit”

Anderson .Paak “Come Home” (f. Andre 3000)

HTRK “Summer Rain”

Priests “Jesus’ Son”

WGSC “Ajax”

Model/Actriz “New Face”

Kedr Livanskiy “Kiska”

DJ Premier “Headlines” (f. Westside Gunn & Conway)

Planit Hank “Life In Crooklyn” (ft. Jeru The Damaja & Buckshot & AZ)

Gnarcissists “Models”

Promiseland “Take Down The House”

Will Haven “When The Walls Close In”

Aurat “Dhokebaaz”

Raekwon “Silk”

Walt Barr “Creepin’”

DJ Muggs “Day Of The Dead” (f. Kool G Rap)

Jeru The Damaja “Harriet Tubman”

*unknown artist “Anastenaria” (Pete Swanson RMX)

Miss Red “Loco”

Deep Red / Canal Street Electronics “Pig And Beast”

Uniform & The Body “Penance”

Preoccupations “Espionage”

Percee P “Put It On The Line (BX)”

JK Flesh “Rub Me Out”

Freddie Gibbs & Madlib “Crime Pays”

Kate Tempest “Holy Elixir”

Big Brave “Holding Pattern”

Rong “Cup”

Chris Connelly & William Tucker Songs For Swingin’ Junkies

Model/Actriz “Matador”

Cave In “Winter Window”

Furbie “Skiball”

Your Old Droog “Bubble Hill”

Teddy Lasry “Riverhead”

Nite Jewel “Real High”

Mike (Bonema) “Ipari”

Heavy Metal Kings “Merciful Fate” (f. Goretex)

Ill Bill “Awaiting The Hour” (f. Killah Priest)

Remote Viewing “Whitney Houston, We Have A Problem”

Ayya “Second Mistake”

Adrenochrome The Buzz Or Howl Sessions

Les Rallizes Denudes “The Last One” (soundboard)

Blonde Tongues “Hey Good Lookin’”

Daniel Avery “Stereo L”

Sleazy “Cauchemar Administratif”

Chastity Belt “Ann’s Jam”

False Figure “Exhale”

Zotz “Vacio”

Gong Gong Gong “Siren”

Weeping Icon “Teeth (& A Handbag)”

Copper Sounds & Franco Franco “Accelerazione Generale”

Free Time “Esoteric Tizz”

CRVEL Sombras.

Preoccupations “Pontiac 87”

Cruz De Navajas “Imperialismo”

Palm “Forced Hand”

False Figure “Cardinal Cross”

Strobobean “When You Won’t Look”

Phil Upchurch “Black Gold”

My Brightest Diamond “Quiet Loud”

Lungbutter “Vile”

Silversun Pickups “It Doesn’t Matter Why”

Bad Tracking “Generic Music”

Strobobean “Keep It Together”

Thanks For Coming “That Way”

Diat Positive Energy

Zotz “Fatal”

Dry Cleaning “Magic Of Meghan”

Tropical Fuck Storm “Can’t Stop”

Temples “You’re Either On Something”

Dude York “Falling”

Halshug Drom

Ing “Closet”

Gong Gong Gong “Down Quantity Road”

Taiwan Housing Project “Buy Buy Buy”

Pure Bathing Culture “All Night”

Dry Cleaning “Phone Scam”

Spirits Having Fun “Auto-Portrait”

Zotz Ultima Noche

Stonefield “Dog Eat Dog”

Kurraka Otra Dimension

Gong Gong Gong “Notes Underground”

N0V3L “To Whom It May Concern”

Necking “Big Mouth”

Pllush “Soft In The Dark” (1st VER)

Lunch Lady “Sweet One”

Sub Dio “Peachy Keen”

Dumb “Club Nites”

Second Still “You Two So Alike”

Mystique 2019 demo

Mock Identity “Where You Live”

Patio “Legacy Continued”

Necking “Spare Me”

Otzi 2014 demo

Kitten Forever “Hell Hole”

Sneaks “Tough Luck”

Duckis “Ohio”

Thanks For Coming “We Can’t Both Be Crazy”

M.A.Z.E. “Human Brain” (re-recording)

Duckis “Issue”

Jeanines “Is It Real”

C.H.E.W. “Bread And Circus”

Knife Wife “Every Living Thing”

Pure Pressure Relampago De Furia

Les Rallizes DenudesHeavier Than A Death In The Family

Pasteur Lappe “Na Real Sekele Fo Ya”

[mastcrmarksman]

Clint Barton and his trick arrows

Most of these were designed/made by Clint Barton, but other collaborators and inventors of trick arrows that Clint includes in his quiver and arsenal are Hank Pym, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and modified designs of Buck Crisholm's original trick arrows. Special guest arrows by Wanda Maximoff and Stephen Strange.

under the read more is the exhaustive list.

All types of arrows/heads that Clint has used

Sonic / Hypersonic

Explosive Tip / Demolition Blast / Power Blast / Blast

Smoke Bomb

Flare

Tear Gas

Acid

Suction Tip

Cable / Steel Cable

Putty

Bola

Electro

Net

Rocket

Bomerang

Pym Particles

USB

Fire

Freeze

Vibranium

Sleeping Gas

EMP

Adamantium

Tranquilizer

Suction Pulley Cable

Rusting Chemical

Tangling Rope

Razor

Sonar Screech

Stun Blast

Weight-nullifying ulta sonic vibration

Steel Lock

Mageenetic Intensifier

Sneeze Smog

Sulfur

Electro-suction

Tear Gas

Granade

Diamond Tipped

Magnetic

Blackout

Smog

Foam

Electromagentic Cable

Vibro-shaft

Phosphorus

Boomerang Tuning fork

Grappling claw

Incendiary

Parachute

Two prong

Inkjet

Blunt

Hellfire-infused

Electronic Disruptor

Parachute Bouquet

Clamp

Crescent Razor

Turbine

Battering Ram

Screamer

Ant Man Ride-along

Bolo, Net, & Glue

Neutralizer

Fireworks

Immunization Gas

Stink

Buzzsaw

Grounding

Adamantium electro

Training Mount

"Can Opener"

Constictor

Slippy Grease

Cupid's Magic Arrow

Null-field with Wasp ride-along

Heat-seeking Electro

Signaling

Laser

Sonic & Freeze

Tracer

Grappling line

Collapsible

Stasis

Sunburst

Polymer

Scrambler

Chaos Magic

Anti-magic charm

Antarctic Vibranium

Electro-net

Boxing Glove

Asgardian

Photonic

Sonic Suction

Liquid Nitrogen

Barbed wire

Suction sensor

Water

Portal

Cushion

Freeze

Tracking/Tracker

[wolgraugorimilir]

A letter to Deborah

Deborah is a Christian theologian, and a friend of the family. She took an unexpected interest in my writing, and we've been going back and forth about God. I'm going to share my letters, because I put a lot of thought into writing them. (and I love to muse about God and Mesopotamia)

Deborah,

Thank you for deciding to say something when you were unsure. I consider that a great compliment, as I strive for openness with all my relationships.

I apologize for my ignorant comments about Jesus. Truth be told, I never expected that any Christians would want to read my writing. (I certainly never expected to open a dialogue with a theologian). I'll go back in and soften my language, because I don't want to alienate anyone who would otherwise respond.

"I further dare to say that you don't know Him at all, because then you wouldn't hate him. Not possible... I wonder if, when your little brother died (and believe me I would not for worlds discount by an atom the terrible tragic significance of that in your life) some well-meaning person told your aching, bewildered, grieving self that "Jesus wanted him for Himself" or some other pernicious nonsense? Have you always blamed God for that loss?"

I agree that I don't know Jesus. I never tried to understand Him. I can't remember much about my childhood, but I remember thinking of Jesus as something certainly real, but confusing and vaguely malevolent. I can't remember how people talked about Henry's death. I remember that it quickly became something taboo. We didn't say his name. 

I think the bitterness came later. Jesus transformed into something Hideous to me slowly, as my social consciousness developed, and as the resultant horror caused by christian nationalism and white supremacy became tied to His name. 

I've never been able to separate the two things: The Jesus that Was, and the Jesus that became the rallying cry for genocide. This is partly because I feel that there's not a meaningful difference between intention and effect. (I've only ever been hurt by people who Meant Well).

"Anyway, dear Toni, this is not a rebuke from an offended believer, but real concern for your deep wound, and deep hope that you can find someone with whom to unpack this "bitterness" and "hate," which will infect your own spirit if you let them."

Thank you Deborah. Your genuineness reads. I unlearn my hatred a little bit with each conversation like this one, and by writing this bitter little story. 

Mesopotamians were bitter people too. If you'll humor me, I'd like to share one of my favorite poems, The Story of Adapa:

Adapa is a sorcerer. He attains power to rival the gods through his wit and will, but he is a servant of Ea, the god of Waters, and Wisdom. Ea summons Adapa to heaven to answer for a magic spell which went too far. Through a series of psychedelic trials, Adapa is tricked. He could have reached out and taken that which would have made him a god, but he chooses not too. He despairs when he realizes his mistake too late. He is bound in service to Ea forever. The gods laugh. 

If there are gods in this world, I think this is how they would act. 

It feels cathartic to tell that story. I can picture the farmers who told it. Their teeth are rotting. There are parasites in their blood. They toil for cruel masters.

Sheesh. Welp. Keep it pushing. We don't have it THAT bad.

"Pray to Osiris if that helps...God is remarkably tolerant."

Maybe I will! I haven't tried to pray in a long time.

Thank you again for your wise words. I will always cherish our correspondences, and muse on them when life is kind enough to allow me to write. I would welcome your prayers! Send baby Henry my finest regards, if you can get in touch!

Blessings from a dirty apartment in Minneapolis,

-Toni (I also go by Maeve)

[stellar-waves]

the voice on the other end [2]

[ 13 reasons why : clay + skye, ft. tony ] Clay reconnects with an old friend while on the road with Tony. Post-series with minor spoilers to Season 4.

. . .

part 1 // part 2

. . .

He holds his breath as he sits cross-legged on one of the beds in the hotel room, staring at his phone again. 

“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Tony asks as he throws a towel over his shoulder.

Clay finally exhales. “Yeah, Tony. I’ll be fine.” Tony hesitates though. Clay takes another breath and drops his tone. “I promise.”

Tony still doesn’t seem super convinced as he grabs his water bottle from the table. “I’ll be back in an hour, but I’m right downstairs in the fitness room if you need anything.” He stops, looks at Clay for a moment, and lets out a deep sigh. To hell with walking on eggshells, he thought. “If you go all…Clay-like.”

Surprisingly, Clay chuckles softly at the term. His eyelids flutter as he reassures Tony again that he’ll be fine. “I’m serious, Tony. It’s ok. I’ll come find you if I need you.”

“I’ll kick your ass if you don’t!” Tony announces proudly as he walks towards the door.

“I don’t doubt it!” Clay calls back, a smile creeping back onto his face.

He looks at the pattern on the bedspread as he hears the door latch shut with so much volume. He winces at the sound as it echos throughout the room.

Clay looks back at his phone. He can’t tell if the throbbing in his head is from banging it on Tony’s dashboard earlier, or from the anxiety of calling Skye. Both, definitely. He takes a deep breath, puffing out his chest as he swipes at his phone and scrolls to her name. 

Because he’s a survivor. 

He holds the phone up to his ear, his heart racing faster than the rhythm of the electronic rings. She answers, and he’s decided he’s just going to go ahead and have a heart attack. “Hey, Skye,” he exhales.

“So how was the rest of your road trip?” Her voice…he feels himself crumble a little at the sound of her voice. 

“Pretty uneventful actually.”

“You sound disappointed?”

He starts to pick at the threads fraying in the holes of his jeans. “No, not at all. It was…peaceful. It uh…it feels good to be out of town for once.”

Skye chuckles a little. “I bet it feels damn good.”

He smiles. “Yeah, you’re right. It feels damn good!”

“And you’re all graduated now? Our Clay is all grown up?”

“Yes, by some miracle, I graduated. How about you? You said you’re in, uh, Colorado?”

“Yeah! I graduated last week. Did summer school last year to make up for anything that they couldn’t transfer from Liberty.”

“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?”

“Depends on your point of view, right?” She pauses, a realization filling the cellular space between them. “Wait…has Clay Jensen actually become skeptical of the public school system? Liberty’s star student?”

If only she knew the half of it. “This star started to burn out senior year.”

“I think that’s called senioritis.” 

“Not this.” 

“Yeah I’ve heard about some things going on. I’m really sorry, Clay.”

He bites his lip and closes his eyes. He wants to ask her how she knows, who she’s been talking to…but he remembers that’s just the paranoia kicking in, and he summons every fiber in his brain to avoid going that route. He remembers what Tony said back at the rest stop, say whatever comes naturally. “Doesn’t help that I haven’t been…ok. Like, mentally.” He didn’t think his voice could go any lower or softer or…sadder. “You were right. I had to figure out my own shit.”

Skye takes a beat before she responds, “Shit’s overrated.”

Clay smiles a sad smile. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I told you I could never forget you. I just…I had to start taking care of myself first.”

“I get that now.” He presses his eyebrows together as he feels his emotions bubble at the back of his throat. “I-I mean…I didn’t really understand what you were going through, in your head. But I…I think I get it now.”

“Oh, Clay.” She doesn’t know what else to say, he can sense it in her voice. And he feels like he needs to explain himself.

“I had been so worried about taking care of everyone else…I wanted to save them…and I…I lost control. Like I was a visitor in my own mind…just like you said, and I didn’t understand it then. But I do now.”

He bites his lip again as he feels her searching for what to say. He fears he’s upsetting her, because he remembers that that’s how it felt like for her.

“Clay.”

“It’s too much.” There’s a slight panic to his voice now as he sees the spiral of his anxiety begin to creep around him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Clay, no, it’s fine. Really.” If he closes his eyes, he can see her clearly in front of him, her dark brown eyes wide with a reassuring concern as her soft voice continues. “You know you can tell me, right?”

He feels the tears begin to sting his eyes. He thinks about Tyler, when he told Tyler that he was there for him, and Tyler told him what happened. 

Skye laughs a little, smiling, trying to keep Clay from falling down the spiral. “Why do you think I called in the first place?” She takes a deep breath. “I guess…it also hurts a little just how much you remember, what I’ve said. A good hurt though. Like, bittersweet.”

Clay thinks about what drew him to her to begin with, before Hannah, before high school…they were friends. It was that simple. They were friends even if he didn’t know she was cutting herself. They were friends even if she didn’t know he was taking duloxetine. But they had each other.

“Keep going. Talk to me, Clay.”

He hesitates, but then draws his voice out with some hints of humor. “I…I see dead people.”

“I told you not to watch that movie back in 7th grade.” Despite everything, they both had a knack for lightening the mood. “Do you see Hannah?”

“I did. Not anymore. Not…as much.”

It still hurts that Hannah not only left this giant hole in his life, but that she also built this wall between Clay and Skye. Rather, that his love for Hannah built the wall. Skye was right though, you can love someone and let them go. 

The spiral returns, and Clay feels himself standing on the edge, worried that he’s letting Skye down all over again. But Hannah, and Jeff, that’s all that Skye really knows though. At least, he thinks that’s all she really knows.

“Do you see Justin?”

Damn. She does know.

A tear finally escapes down Clay’s cheek, burning the salt into his skin. “I do. But it’s…” he catches his breath, looking around the room in hopes that maybe Justin will appear. “It’s different.”

“I still can’t believe that you and Justin Foley ended up being brothers. Now that’s fucking wild.”

Clay laughs with Skye, his shoulders feeling lighter, his mind stepping back from the edge of another breakdown. “Honestly, I still can’t believe it myself.”

“I was right, you know.” Skye sounds so confident that it throws Clay back into confusion. “You can help people.”

The tears stream down Clay’s face as he sucks in a shaky breath. Skye says his name, and he feels his voice catch in his mouth. 

She says his name again, with more worry weighing on her tone. “What’s wrong?”

“I just miss you,” he exhales. “Really fucking bad.”

“Clay.”

“I know, I know. I need to let you go, like you said.” 

“You need to keep going.”

“I’m trying. I really am.”

“No, I mean, now.” 

Clay lifts his head and sees himself in the mirror across the room as he sits on the bed, still holding the phone up to his ear. He stares, waiting to see Skye, to see Justin, to see Hannah, to see himself being someone else…but he just sees himself, now, present. 

“Keep talking to me, Clay.”

He shifts his body back against the pile of pillows along the headboard. He pulls the sleeve of his sweater to wipe at his cheeks as a new sense of comfort fills him, thick and warm.

It’s what friends do.

He exhales through his nose, his lips curling slightly upwards as the light returns to his pacific eyes. He’s certain she can hear his smile in his voice. 

“How’s Colorado?”

. . .

[skwonkk]

Phobias by characters

Some of these are not exactly a "phobia", but still cause fearful or distressed reactions in the character.

May contain spoilers.

Aliens Celty (Durarara!!)

Asymmetry Death the Kid (Soul Eater)

Balloons Bill (King of the Hill) Brown Puffle (Club Penguin) Fungus (Numb Chucks) Lacey (Corner Gas) Mae (Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn) Roger (Secrets of Shakespeare's Grave) Roy (The IT Crowd)

Bats Ant (The Deep) Hank (King of the Hill) Lorelai (Santiago of the Seas)

Bicycles Flex Mentallo

Birds Akito (NORN9) Sheldon (The Big Bang Theory)

Blood Dakkan (Beyond the Western Deep) Dimity (The Finishing School Series) Doc Martin Draculaura (Monster High) Jonesy (6Teen) Toko (Danganronpa) Tre (Stuck) Tsunade (Naruto)

Buttocks Dementoid

Cats Gilbert (Pandora Hearts) Katsuobushiman (Anpanman) Ranma (Ranma 1/2) Splinter (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Umibozu (City Hunter)

Chickens Dirk (Savannah Reid) Tanner (Raven's Home) Tyler (Total Drama Island)

Clowns Creepie (Growing Up Creepie) Mary (Dog with a Blog)

Cows Deadpool

Dentists Fangbone

Dogs Dorothy (VA-11 HALL-A) Isabel (Paranatural) Izaya (Durarara!!) Mew (Mewkledreamy) Yuzuru (Ensemble Stars!)

Dolphins Jade (Victorious) Raquelle (Barbie) Ryan (Barbie)

Ducks Mera (Epithet Erased) Will (The Infernal Devices)

Eggs Momoko (Sumomomo Momomo)

Electronics Chuck (Better Call Saul) Gnarrk (Teen Titans)

Fire Tristan (Crown of Feathers)

Fish Alice (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun) Antonio (Power Rangers) Rosaline

Floors Benjy (Teenage Worrier)

Fuzz Lucy (Peanuts)

Flying Wolverine (X-Men)

Gelatin Donna (Out Of This World)

Ghosts Luigi (Mario) Maika (Aikatsu Friends!) Minami (Go! Princess PreCure) Ran (BanG Dream!)

Grapes Arlene (Stick It to the Man!)

Hamsters Badyah (DeadEndia)

Horses Finn (Warrior U)

Insects Kija (Yona of the Dawn)

Ladders Niko (OneShot)

Lima beans Carl Wheezer (Jimmy Neutron)

Men Ai (Kageki Shojo!!)

Mice Doraemon Gary (Miranda) Minnie Mouse Tony (Saved by the Bell)

Mushrooms Imca (Valkyria) Sara (Jewelpet Twinkle)

Needles Cesar (Waste of Space) Elda (Otaku Elf) Excel (Excel Saga) Goku (Dragonball Z)

Pickles Jimmy Two-Shoes

Pigs Karen (Liv and Maddie)

Porcelain Guybrush (Monkey Island)

Red Elis (Canvas 2)

Reptiles Josuke (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) Sylvia (Sea Haven)

Revolving doors Jiro (Parisa)

Robots Double G (Game Shakers) Junna (Robotics;Notes)

Santa Claus Erma

Sentence enders (gobi) Hibiki (PriPara)

Slugs Lina (Slayers)

Snakes Blake (The Glee Project) Mae (Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn) Triple G (Game Shakers)

Space Gene (Outlaw Star)

Spiders Ross (Friends) Stacy (Octodad)

Swings Rachel (Friends)

Trees Hot Dog Person (Uncle Grandpa)

Turtles Josuke (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) Rachel (Friends)

Vehicles Tobari (Nabari No Ou)

Water Cascão (Monica's Gang) Truman (The Truman Show)

Zombies Ryan (Barbie)

[market-spy]

The Printed Electronics Revolution: A Rollercoaster Ride into the Future

The Numbers Game: 

Let’s dive straight into the digits because who doesn’t love a good stats party? The global printed electronics market, valued at a modest USD 8.66 billion in 2021, is gearing up for a Netflix-worthy plot twist. Hold on to your seats; it’s predicted to soar to an eye-watering USD 53.01 billion by 2030. That’s a jaw-dropping CAGR of 22.3%. Somebody pinch me; I must be dreaming.

Why the Hype? 

So, why all the hype? Picture this: lightweight, flexible electronic components gliding seamlessly into industries like consumer electronics, healthcare, and automotive. It’s like the Beyoncé of electronic evolution — versatile, cost-effective, and always stealing the spotlight. And don’t get me started on the reduced material waste and flexible forms. Mother Earth would give us a high-five if she could.

Market Dynamics: 

The Good, the Bad, and the Durability Challenge: But, my dear readers, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows in the world of printed electronics. The Achilles’ heel? Ensuring the durability and performance of these high-tech wonders. You know, the kind of challenge that makes you appreciate the sturdiness of your old-school Nokia phone. Nevertheless, advancements in printable materials, coupled with the rise of IoT applications, are throwing in some plot twists.

Taking a Regional Rollercoaster: 

Hold on tight as we traverse the globe on our printed electronics rollercoaster. The Asia-Pacific region, led by powerhouses like China and India, is flexing its economic muscles. With a booming electronics manufacturing sector and a knack for high-tech wizardry, they’re taking the front seat. Meanwhile, Latin America is sprinting into the future, embracing technological advancements like a kid in a candy store.

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Printing Technologies: 

The Cool Kids on the Block: Let’s talk tech. Inkjet printing, with its flexibility and precision, is like the superhero of the printed electronics universe. It’s the Tony Stark of printing technologies, creating intricate designs at a microscopic level. Screen printing, on the other hand, might be the underdog, but it’s gaining traction, especially in applications like solar cells and touch panels. It’s the comeback kid, proving that simplicity and cost-effectiveness never go out of style.

Components Stealing the Show: 

Now, let’s give a standing ovation to the real stars of the show — printed sensors. They’re the MVPs, dominating industries from healthcare to automotive. Their ability to play nice with flexible substrates and the constant evolution of materials and manufacturing processes make them the undisputed champions. Oh, and printed displays? They’re the cool kids bringing innovation to wearables, smart packaging, and flexible electronics. Talk about a dynamic duo.

Competitive Landscape: 

Heavyweights vs. Underdogs: In the red corner, we have the established industry leaders flexing their experience, distribution networks, and brand recognition muscles. In the blue corner, the underdogs — innovative startups and niche players — bringing fresh ideas to the ring. The battlefield? Ongoing advancements in materials, printing techniques, and strategic partnerships. It’s like a tech-themed UFC match, and we’re here for it.

Player Profiles: 

The Avengers of Printed Electronics: Meet the Avengers of the printed electronics world — E Ink Holdings, DuPont, Jabil, LG Display, and more. These powerhouses are fighting the good fight, pushing the boundaries of innovation. From liquid metal 3D printers to divesting research centers, they’re keeping us on the edge of our seats. The printed electronics universe is in good hands.

Conclusion: 

The Future is Flexible: As we disembark from our printed electronics rollercoaster, one thing is clear — the future is flexible, both literally and figuratively. From inkjet printing to the rise of wearable tech, this is a revolution that’s here to stay. So, grab your popcorn, folks; the show is just getting started. Who knew electronics could be this entertaining?

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[pelaezvictor]

-Virtual Water: Tackling the Threat to Our Planet’s Most Precious Resource – Tony Allan

Everything we buy, from food to electronics to energy, has a hidden cost, which Professor Tony Allan calls the virtual water. This is how the author, winner of the 2008 Stockholm Water Prize, easily explains the severity of the water crisis, without sacrificing its complexity.

Allan expands his instructions on a national and international scale, looking at the difficulty in shared transboundary water management, the challenges in raising awareness about virtual water, the impact of population growth and how solutions can revolve around the farmers.

Literary Analysis:

"Virtual Water: Tackling the Threat to Our Planet’s Most Precious Resource" is a book written by distinguished professor Tony Allan, who is widely recognized as the pioneer of the concept of "virtual water." The book addresses crucial issues related to water management, water security and its impact on society and the environment.

[ironman-unofficial]

Ironman

Iron Man is a 2008 American superhero film based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name. Produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Paramount Pictures,[a] it is the first film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). Directed by Jon Favreau from a screenplay by the writing teams of Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby, and Art Marcum and Matt Holloway, the film stars Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark / Iron Man alongside Terrence Howard, Jeff Bridges, Gwyneth Paltrow, Leslie Bibb, and Shaun Toub. In the film, following his escape from captivity by a terrorist group, world-famous industrialist and master engineer Tony Stark builds a mechanized suit of armor and becomes the superhero Iron Man.

A film featuring the character was in development at Universal Pictures, 20th Century Fox, and New Line Cinema at various times since 1990, before Marvel Studios reacquired the rights in 2005. Marvel put the project in production as its first self-financed film, with Paramount Pictures distributing. Favreau signed on as director in April 2006, and faced opposition from Marvel when trying to cast Downey in the title role; the actor was signed in September. Filming took place from March to June 2007, primarily in California to differentiate the film from numerous other superhero stories that are set in New York City-esque environments. During filming, the actors were free to create their own dialogue because pre-production was focused on the story and action. Rubber and metal versions of the armor, created by Stan Winston's company, were mixed with computer-generated imagery to create the title character.

Iron Man premiered in Sydney on April 14, 2008, and was released in the United States on May 2, being the first film in Phase One of the MCU. It grossed over $585 million, becoming the eighth-highest grossing film of 2008. The film received praise from critics, especially for Downey's performance, as well as Favreau's direction, visual effects, action sequences, and writing. It was selected by the American Film Institute as one of the ten best films of 2008 and received two nominations at the 81st Academy Awards for Best Sound Editing and Best Visual Effects. In 2022, the film was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". Two sequels have been released: Iron Man 2 (2010) and Iron Man 3 (2013).

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[dsandrvk]

Wednesday, September 6 - New York City

We never saw The Statue of Liberty on our way in this morning, as at the expected time of 4:30 AM we were well on our way up the Hudson River. We were off the ship by 8:30 (at a pier a bit further south than expected, which was actually closer to our hotel), and headed east towards our lodging. Even at this hour, it was fairly quiet on the streets until we got closer to 8th Avenue, and by the time we reached our destination near 7th Ave and 49th Street, the sidewalks were crowded, mostly with tourists. We repackaged our small daypacks, dropped off our luggage, and headed out.

First up was heading downtown via subway, to take the Staten Island ferry, allowing us to see lady Liberty from a distance. It was already quite hot (heat advisory), but the breeze out on the water made it bearable, and the waiting areas at the ferry terminals were air conditioned. Our survival strategy for the day was to alternate exploration with air conditioned spaces, since the temperature got up to 95 ("feels like 99"). We explored the financial district a bit, having lunch in a shady park and looking at the facade of the Old Customs Building (5th photo), now partially a Museum of the American Indian. Somewhat ironically, there are four large statues out front, representing the four continents (only Asia, Europe, America and Africa seemed to make the cut). The one representing America has an Indian sneaking up on a woman, or at least that's what it looked like. Not terribly PC, but better than the smaller statues representing the "eight races".

The Wall Street bull (actually not near Wall Street) has become a tourist attraction, and there was a long queue of folks waiting to have their picture taken with it. We cooled off a bit in the old Federal Hall (NPS site, so there were bathrooms, too), and then headed to the 9/11 memorial. It wasn't yet designed or built the last time I was in NYC, and it's actually quite affecting. There are two large voids where the towers stood, and water pours down the sides, and eventually into another smaller void in the middle. The names of those lost are engraved in a railing around the outside of both voids. The new tower at One World Trade Center is rather unfortunate, and somewhat distracts from the simplicity of the memorial. There is also a museum (we didn't go in) and across the street, a subterranean shopping mall and subway entrance, covered at street level by this white wing-like structure. We opted instead to walk west to the Hudson and north through a few parks, before finding another subway stop.

This time our subway car was actually air conditioned, and we got off before Times Square, and headed east to Bryant Park and the NY Library (air conditioning and bathrooms - we were staying hydrated). We finished off our adventure by stopping in Whole Foods to pick up some breakfast foods, and a couple of quick dinners, since our lodging has a small kitchen. By the time we walked back to our room and checked in, we were more than ready for a shower!

We had bought tickets for "Some Like it Hot" before we left, but it was an 8 PM curtain, so we spent a little time wandering around Times Square ahead of the show. There are so many more electronic billboards than the last time I was here, but the same crowds, both before and after the show. "Some Like it Hot" got several Tonys, including best choreography, which was well earned. The story has been adapted to resonate better with current sensibilities, but was still the same basic premise as the movie, and the result was a fun, somewhat overcaffeinated production. Lots of great performances, too.

Tomorrow we will probably head north to Central Park and maybe check out 5th Avenue. It's supposed to be even hotter tomorrow, so our strategy will be the same. We are hoping to pick up some tickets for another show at the TKTS booth, as it's a fun way to top off the day (and about the only time when it is actually comfortable to wander around outside).

[persephonesfill]

Steve accidentally gets teleporting powers and he’s having trouble controlling them. The whole team got zapped by some science p/magic ray and either had their powers swapped with some random power or was given some. And they are all getting the hang of them* but Steve’s having trouble. In that instead of teleporting anywhere at will, the man keeps randomly landing on top of TONY

And the trouble is they called in a teleporting expert to teach him (like Nightcrawler or whatever) but Steve keeps getting the first exercise wrong. See he’s taken a distance away and then has to picture and focus on one place and then poof over there. This way they can test the distance he can poof and how to learn to be deliberate rather then random. But unfortunately, for SOME reason, Steve keeps landing on top of poor Tony who is either trying to figure out his own temporary power down by the Hudson River, or actually working at the office, at a coffee shop, and then finally sleeping in bed, poof here’s Steve!

(Turns out Steve’s “focus point” was supposed to be home, and oops Steve’s heart has made the Tony=home leap before his brain did. Both are confused until they aren’t lol)

*Tony got hydrokinesis, which is fun but ehhhh, he’s got work to do and water and electronics don’t mix. Clint got super bouncy powers so he’s being an annoying rubber ball around the tower, Bruce can talk to animals, Nat got super strength, Thor got mind reading and left to go hang out in space because no thank you)

steve automatically fixating on tony as his home!!!💖💖💖💖💖 god they're so DUMB

also my brain is SENDING me over the image of clint bouncing like 90 miles per hour around the compound shchdhhd

i feel like all of the avengers would adapt fairly well to their new powers and thor is absolutely the smartest one there for fucking off after developing telekinesis. like tony and steve are annoyingly oblivious on a good day but being able to hear every pining sigh from them ALONG with their mopey inner monologues would actually kill him fhhdhr