so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?
“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”
The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is.
As we all know and are aware, BTS are having their comeback in less than half a day’s time (18:00PM KST), and we have our usual 24 hours to beat our own previous record for Not Today which was nearly 11M views!
During that 24 hours, the spotlight is going to be pretty bright - people will have expectations for us and we’ll have our own expectations for ourselves to achieve an even better record for our boys right? But I want to put a reminder out there that there will most likely be haters commenting, disliking and trying to stir up a war with ARMYs. So please! PLEASE PLEASE! Do your best to ignore them and not be rude back and try and focus on what matters, and that’s doing this for Bangtan. I know how hard it is not to fight back because antis can say really crappy things about us and the boys and no, we don’t tolerate that shit, but we have bigger things to focus on - things that matter a lot more.
Don’t let what haters say or do affect you, and just keep streaming the video and don’t forget to like it as well! People are going to nitpick at us and try to find a fault in what we do and what we say especially when we fight back, we somehow end up looking like the bad guys and I don’t think any of us wants that - no one has to listen to me I’m literally just saying this because it’s what I think and believe, but why not just kill ‘em with kindness you know? I’ve seen this go round and people said to use ‘I’m sorry baby’ as a response to haters (yes we’re planning on using Namjoon’s iconic line) and I think it’s an amazing idea, why comment something rude and sink to their level when we can just say ‘I’m sorry baby’?
Let’s keep focus on what’s important to us - and that’s making our boys happy and proud! I don’t think it’s ever okay, under any circumstances to hate on any other Kpop group - so please be respectful! Don’t bash Kpop with Kpop, that just doesn’t make any sense.
Love Yourself and Love BTS! WE GOT THIS ARMY! LET’S GO!
Request from anon:Can I request something with tony stark x sister reader? She stopped returning his calls and been avoiding everyone. He’s concerned so he pays her a visit. When she doesn’t answer the door he breaks it down and finds her chained to a pipe in the bathroom covered in bruises. She tells him her bf has been holding her hostage beating her so he moves her to the tower with 24/7 security and beats the living daylights out of the guy.
Tony Stark x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Anger, violence, mentions of blood and swearing.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
You have reached the voicemail service for [y/n]
Stark. Please leave your message after the tone or hang up now.
“Damnit [y/n]!” Tony
was in his suit flying above the city sky line of New York and this was his
tenth attempt over the last few days to get hold of you. “F.R.I.D.A.Y can you
patch me onto Nat please?”
“Yes sir, doing that for you now.”
As he started to head
a little further out from the city his internal comms rang through to Nat back
at Stark Tower.
“Hey Tony what’s up?”
“Have you heard anything
from [y/n] over the past few days. I know that even if, for some reason or
another, she was in a mood with me she will always at least speak to you.”
“No I haven’t. I just
assumed that she might have gone away with that boyfriend of hers. I’m sure there’s
nothing to worry about but if it makes you feel any better why don’t you see if
she is at home?”
“You’re right. I’ll
head back to the tower soon.”
He disconnected the
line and then asked for F.R.I.D.A.Y to lock him in on the location of your home.
The second he touched the ground a large swarm of children who had been playing
in the street raced over to where he was stood. By the looks of sheer shock on
their faces they had never expected someone like Iron Man to end up in their
neck of the woods.
“This is totally
“Iron Man you are like
THE coolest superhero!”
One of the little kids
shoved the one that had just spoken out of the way.
“No! Captain America
is! He has that shield!”
A soft chuckle escaped
him as he held out his iron clad hands to separate them before they started
some kind of brawl in the middle of the street. Last thing he wanted was a
group of angry mums on his hands….although…..the more he thought about that the
more he was actually coming round to the idea. Nothing like a good excuse to
use some of that Stark charm of his.
“Kids, kids…..” For a
moment it looked like he was about to scold the children but then underneath
his mask a smirk tugged at his lips. “We all know that I can totally kick his
The kid that had shown
enthusiasm for Captain America was appalled by his comment but the others
cheered in excitement at such a prospect.
“My mum said she would
pay good money to see you and Captain America wrestling.”
“Oh really now? Well
isn’t your mum quite the delight….now if you’ll all excuse me I need to visit a
Moving himself around
the numerous kids Tony made his way towards the slightly more secluded house on
the street. If you didn’t already know that it was there you would never have
noticed it thanks to the large canopy of trees that bordered it.
“Uh Mr Iron Man? Are
you going in there because of the shouting and screaming?”
He didn’t even stop to
ask more about the screaming the kid had clearly heard because before the child
could speak another word he had already closed the gap between himself and the
house. There were no attempts to knock to see if anyone was even home as he
raised his right leg up before driving it into the wooden door with such force
it was ripped right off it’s hinges.
“Are there any life
signs inside the building that you can detect F.R.I.D.A.Y?”
“Aside from yourself Mr Stark there is only one. Pulse
is weak and blood pressure is dangerously low. From my scans it is a young
Where is she?”
“She has been detected in the basement sir. I
recommend that you get to her as quickly as possible.”
When it came to you,
his sister, the only family he had left he didn’t need to be told twice. He may
not have visited you much here, thanks to that oh so lovely boyfriend of yours,
but he knew enough about the majority of houses in America to be fully aware as
to the location of the basement door.
It took mere seconds
for him to be through the door and down the steps. The darkness of the basement
was thick having no windows to allow any source of light through, so he raised
up a hand and fired up the repulsor inside of it so that a shaft of light
filled the majority of the room around him. It wasn’t long before he heard your
voice; although only just considering it was so hoarse it was barely even above
Out of pure instinct
he spun round to face where your voice had sounded from only to end up almost
blinding you from said action as the light hit your directly in the eyes. Had
he not been faced with the sight of you chained to an old and rusty radiator he
would have apologised profusely to you but instead he stood there in complete
shock for a good few moments as he heart broke in two. This pain was far worse
than when he’d had shrapnel threatening to pierce his heart on a daily basis.
He should have been
untying you, sweeping you up into his arms, but the shock of seeing you in such
a state was wiping any logical thought from his mind. He saved the world every
day, faced aliens without even batting an eyelid, and yet stood here and seeing
you in such a state had him frozen to the spot unable to do anything.
The desperation in
your voice was all the motivation he needed to snap himself out of the daze he
had fallen into; his mask opened up to reveal his worried face as he knelt down
to you, one of his iron hands reached up to cradle your cheek.
“Jesus [y/n] what the
hell happened? Who did this to you? In fact where the hell is Chris?!”
Your boyfriend should
have been here protecting you, stopping anything like this happening to you,
and yet he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
“It….It was Chris
wh-who did this to me.”
The worried expression
that had been etched onto his face faded completely when you uttered those
words, anger swiftly taking its place, his jaw clenched itself tightly but
before he could do anything to release it he knew he needed to get you out of
here. With one arm he shielded your face before blasting a hole into the
radiator so that your bound hands were released and he picked you up into his
“I’m taking you back
to the tower. Banner will check you over and make sure there isn’t too much
damage. You’re not coming back here again.”
* * * * * * * * * *
Tony waited outside of
the infirmary as Dr Banner looked over you. He was no longer in his Iron Man
suit but had pulled the long sleeves of his top down over both of his hands as
he clenched and then unclenched them over and over again. He needed to be here
for you but there was still a huge part of him that was just itching to get out
there and make Chris pay for the damage he had done to you.
The fact that a man
had treated a woman in such a way was bad enough as it was but this…..this was
his sister! How could he just stand idly by while….
“Tony?” His thoughts
were cut short when Bruce wandered out from the room you were being treated in
and grabbed his attention. The look on his face was more than enough to confirm
that the news wasn’t all that great but Tony nodded his head for him to
continue anyway, needing to know just how bad you were. “Some of the injuries
we found on [y/n] have been there for a number of weeks, I’d say around four to
five at a guess, those ones are healing so there is nothing we can do with
them; however, the fresh ones are the ones that will require treatment.”
“What did the bastard
do to her Banner?”
Bruce seemed a little
nervous now, his feet shuffling on the floor as he prepared himself for Tony’s
“He broke four of her
ribs, one of which punctured her right lung, and the swelling of her brain
indicates that her head suffered numerous blows to it. She was also severely
dehydrated which means that her kidneys aren’t functioning at 100%.” He could
see that the man stood before him, quite rightly so, was becoming more and more
infuriated with each word that escaped his lips so he quickly added the more
positive news to the conversation. “All of which is treatable. It will just
take time that is all. She will need to remain here for at least a couple of
“That’s fine with me.
At least here she will be safe from that prick. I have somewhere to be. You
carry on doing your thing and look after her doc.”
With that said he
turned on the balls of his feet and headed towards the elevator. If this guy
thought he was going to get away with this he had another thing coming.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Please! Please for
the love of God don’t hurt me!”
The man that had been
more than happy to beat you was currently cowering in a corner as Tony stood
before him in his Iron Man suit. He hadn’t even lay a finger on him yet but
clearly once he had come back home to find you gone he had been expecting for
your brother, aka Iron Man, to show up…..and now this situation was becoming
all too real for him.
Tony reached out a
hand, grabbing the pathetic little cockroach by the throat, as his face inside
of the suit showed just how angry he was while the mask itself remained
“Is that what [y/n]
said as you beat her huh? Did she plead for you to stop as you were bashing her
head against the wall like it was nothing more than a child’s toy?”
He gritted his teeth,
eyes blackened with sheer hatred for the coward he was stood in front of, all
he wanted was to make him feel the same pain that you had…..and he wasn’t going
to leave until he had achieved it.
His free hand balled
up into a fist before he drove it into the whimpering man’s chest, breaking a
number of his ribs upon impact, his pained cries filling the room they were in
didn’t falter Tony’s actions and didn’t once make him wonder whether he was
doing the right thing or not. This was the least he deserved.
When he was done with
the ribs he grabbed a handful of the man’s blonde hair, gripping it so tight
that it would only take one simple pull to drag it out from the very roots, and
threw his head into the marble worktop behind him. The impact caused his nose
to break, blood pouring from both nostrils, and his cheek bone was left
shattered much to Tony’s satisfaction.
Taking a hold of his
chin he forced the bloody mess of a man to look him in the eyes as his mask
folded away to reveal his face so that he could speak these words to him with
his own voice.
“You mess with one
Stark…..you mess with both of us.”
Throwing his inured
body down onto the ground Tony turned his back on the man before he launched
himself up into the air. You probably weren’t going to be happy with what he
had done once you found out but in your brother’s eyes the man got some of what
the water was shimmering, catching every single hint of light from the city and from where magnus sat on the bench, riverside, it looked something like a thousand glittering jewels or liquid midnight. all of that light reflected in his eyes and somewhere off in the distance, a tugboat wailed, the sound echoing off of the water and out through the city, mingling with the sound of the traffic that was spilling through it.
reclining against the back of the bench, magnus was the epitome of calm and control. leaned back with his arm slung over the back, there was a powerful grace that settled in him. that same kind of grace that hinted at just how deadly he could be. the wind ruffled his hair and he tipped is chin up, goatee catching just a hint of the light as the cool air from the water slipped underneath his coat. but he didn’t shift, he didn’t move, just sat waiting and listening.
and soon enough he could hear it. footsteps. two pairs, one concealed and one glaringly obvious. the heavy thump paired with the quiet scuttle and was that… yes he could hear the fingers curling around the grip of a gun. his lips twitched and he dropped his chin. clearing his throat as he waited until the heavy footsteps got closer.
“i would have expected a little more imagination.” every single word was lazy and yet his voice, the deepness of it, echoed out over the water and back, the hard coldness of it cutting the chill. immediately the footsteps stopped. he shifted, rings glinting in the light from the city, his other hand pressed in his lap twitching. he wanted to reach for his gun but he didn’t, not just yet.
Comic book heroes function, more or less, the same way the old gods do in mythologies around the world. Their stories are told over and over again, changing according to the teller and the times. They may die but they never really die. They’re immortal…until they’re not.
Even gods have their end. They usually meet that end when the society which created them evolves, splits, gets conquered. When the values they represent are no longer the values held by the people who once revered them.
So what do you get when a Canadian superhero must take a young Mexican girl and an English nonagenarian across the breadth of the literal and figurative American landscape? You get an American film which feels as if it has been written yesterday, it so poignantly represents the current struggles of our nation. You get a superhero film in which we mourn the old ways, the old gods, and strive to find new and betters ways. In the fight for their place, we fight along with them to discover - and define - our own.
You see, most of the Americans who appear in this film are the bad guys. They’re powerful: rich, educated, connected, heavily armed and armored. They’re going after old men and children with all their might and who cares about those caught in the crossfire? But we Americans watching want our Canadian and Mexican heroes to prevail, to outfight and outsmart our countrymen because in those characters we recognize who and what we used to stand for. In the enemies we recognize who we have become.
This movie is going to be held up alongside The Dark Knight and Captain America: Winter Soldier as the best of its genre.
Let me explain: (so many spoilers under the cut. all the spoilers)