So obviously the clothes Bucky’s wearing in Civil War definitely aren’t his Winter Soldier “uniform” and I doubt he waited till he got to Romania to buy those, which means that shortly after the end of Winter Soldier, unlessHYDRA somehow kept civilian clothes in his size on hand and he knew where they were (ya know, the boring option), either:
1) some poor body builder got mugged in an alley by the actual Winter Soldier
2) the world’s most wanted assassin walked into a clothing store in his full leather getup, a wad of “stolen” HYDRA cash clutched in his metal hand, and bought himself a pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts
I can almost guarantee that the nations change appearance all the time. Like, America probably changed with every decade. Can you imagine him in the 60s and 80s? And same with the much older nations. Germany and France have probably changed a lot over time as they went through wars and peace looking like soldiers than civilians. I’m sure England’s had all the colours of the rainbow for hair colors and that Canada might get an undercut or shave half his head. Every single decade has probably overturned an entire wardrobe. Haircuts and piercings and then a whole new look 20 years later. Those would be fun albums.
I know this might be a long stretch, but what are shippers if not dreamers, am i right?
My thoughts (what i want to happen) on the beginning of Infinity War. This is the product of Civil War, hence the date lol
Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.
Kind of always low-key irritated by the fact that third world as a term has now been so divorced from it’s original political context and basically been used by the west as a ranking/income system when it originated in the cold war as a way of describing postcolonial countries who refused to align themselves with the capitalist first world and the communist second world by being a third way out aka the anti imperialist non-alignment movement
Synopsis; having an exchange student living in your house, shouldn’t be a problem unless this exchange student is Jungkook from BTS.
“Good morning everyone, please take your seat.” You quickly did what the teacher asked and sat down. “I’ve got some news for everyone. We will start our new program of exchange students. A few of you will be hosting one of the students.” You knew that your mother signed you up for this new program so this wasn’t really a surprise. You were curious though because you didn’t know where this person was coming from. You just knew a few languages which existed out Korean, English, Spanish, and Japanese. The reason why you learned Korean was because you loved Korean drama’s, just like your mother so last years she gave us up for night school. We learned Korean together and now we could speak it almost fluently. So I must be a student from either Japan, Korea and a Spanish country.
“Y/n, I believe that you are signed up for this program right?”
“Good, could you come over here, I will give you some details about this exchange student.” You got up and your best friend Sophie thought it would be funny to trip you, This backfired though as you saw it coming from miles away. You quickly took a sip from your water and as you passed her desk she stuck out her leg and as you stopped next to her, you turned and spit out the water right over her. At first, she was horrified and then she burst out in laughter and you couldn’t help but follow her and as you both were laughing like crazy, you walked towards the teacher who was just shaking his head. He wasn’t laughing but he also didn’t say anything about it, probably because he was used to it.
“Sorry about that sir.” he shrugged and smiled at you “I’m used to it.” You chuckled because this was true. It was not like you were the only ones who pranked each other but the entire class liked to goof around. Not that it was a bad thing because your class was above average in scores, so this was allowed, as long as we cleaned up after ourselves.
“So the student that will be staying at with you is from South Korea and his name is Jungkook Jeon.”
“If he is from South Korea, shouldn’t you say Jeon Jungkook?”
“Technically yes but this is America, so he should say it the right way.”
“Sure but don’t you think it will be hard for him?”
“He has to get used to it really fast, so please call him by his first name.”
“Whatever, Just know that I’m not going to disrespect his culture.”
“I’m not asking you to but he has to get used to the western way’s.”
“I’m sure he will do that, without throwing away his own culture.”
“I’m not going to discuss this with you. He will be arriving at 11 a.m. tomorrow. You will get two days off, to get him settled, then he has to come to school with you. You will be his guide and you are responsible for him, do you understand this?”
“I understand, thank you, sir.” You grabbed the information and walked back to your seat. You immediately told Sophie about what the teacher had said.
“Wait, what is his name?”
“Jeon Jungkook.” She blinked a few times and you couldn’t help but wonder if you had said something wrong but when she started to blush, you couldn’t stay still. “What are you thinking off.”
“Jeon Jungkook right?” You nodded and that’s when she started to smile but it was her fangirl smile, which scared the hell out of you. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“You really don’t have a clue do you?”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking or thinking about.”
“You know that I have been talking about this group called BTS right?” You had to think back but you could remember her saying something about BTS. “Yes, I heard you squeal about them yes.”
“Well, Jeon Jungkook is a member of that group unless there is another Jungkook.”
“Look I really don’t know but I will see this tomorrow.”
“Can I come?”
“No, I don’t think that’s allowed.”
“No, I will let you know if it’s him okay?”
“Ah come on.” she was literally begging you, which was really cute but you had to disappoint her. The last thing Jungkook needed if he really was in that group, was some weird ass fan. “Nope.” you put your finger on her forehead and pushed her back. “Just focus on your assignment.” you chuckled when she stuck out her tongue. “You are too cruel.”
“I know, just deal with it.” She did turn around but within no time she turned back again.
“I can’t focus now.”
“Figures, just go watch bts on youtube then.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea. I can show you a mv of bts, so you can prepare.”
“Ladies is something wrong?” The teacher stood next to you and you knew it was your own fault for not paying attention. “She can’t concentrate sir.” you didn’t want to throw her under the bus but you panicked.
“Oh really, well I know some things you can do.” Sophie groaned because this usually meant nothing good. You had to pay her back for this eventually and as she followed the teacher. You went back to your work, you were studying music, you had piano lessons and you played the drums in your band. At the moment you were trying your hand at writing songs, which wasn’t that easy but the band was really enthusiastic about it. You kept practicing, which led to one complete song but the song made no sense at all but they still liked it, we used the song for sound check, which was hilarious.
“Y/n, you can go home early today. You probably have some things to arrange before Jungkook Jeon arrives.” You couldn’t help but cringe when he said his name like that but you knew better than to say something about it.
“I do actually, thank you, sir.” You didn’t expect to walk out after only three hours of school, not that you minded because now you could skip Math and chemistry so this turned out well.
“Mom I’m home!” You yelled the second you walked through the door.” She popped her head through the open kitchen door. “Already?”
“Yes, I know. Remember when you signed us up for that exchange student thing?” You asked her whilst walking into the kitchen. “Yes I remember, why?” You ruffled your little brother’s hair before you sat down. “Well, we have been chosen to be a host to a Korean student.”
“Yes, his name is Jeon Jungkook and he will be staying with us for at least six months.”
“Really, do you have a picture?”
“No, but apparently he is really famous.”
“Yes, Sophie said he is one of the members of BTS.” You shrugged and grabbed the iPad, you went straight to YouTube and searched them. Apparently, they were really popular as they had millions of views and followers. You clicked on the MV which was called “Fire”. The way it started with them chilling out and then this super handsome guy jumping over a fence and then he just put some guy on fire well that grabbed your attention but then the others came into view and by the end of the video you were deeply impressed and you were wondering how you managed to not know about them earlier.
“So which one was Jeon Jungkook?”
“I really don’t have a clue mom.”
“Aren’t there introduction videos about BTS?”
“I guess there are.” You searched and found a lot of videos and the second you found out who Jungkook was, you were fanning yourself because damn he was hot and around your age. So this would be fun. “This is Jungkook mom.” You showed her and even she blushed.
“He is really handsome.”
“Yeah and about my age mom.” She nudged you gently and you both started to giggle. “Let’s go shopping for this handsome fellow.”
“Let’s do that.” You lifted your four-year-old brother out of his chair and walked to the car.
“What do we need?”
“A bed and maybe a desk?” You suggested when you suddenly got an idea. “Sophie knows what he likes, shall I give her a call.”
“Please.” You immediately pressed her number and after two rings she picked up. “Traitor!” She always cracked you up and this wasn’t any different. “I know but I know a way to make it up to you.”
“Really? I doubt that.”
“We’re going shopping for Jungkook and we need your help.” It was quiet on the other side as she was probably imagining stuff about Jungkook, which was kind of adorable. “Are you still there?”
“What, yes, when are you picking me up?” She was definitely hurrying.
“We will leave now.” Which meant she had five minutes until we would be there and with that, she just hung up the damn phone. “And?”
“She is helping, so let’s go.” You made sure you brother was tucked in safely and after sitting down yourself, your mother started the car and drove off. “So this Jungkook, he is really famous but we aren’t that rich and we don’t have a big house, do think he would mind?”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mind mom.”
“I just don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”
“Mom really doesn’t worry about it, our house is bigger than the average house there, I mean those houses in drama’s, I think it’s like that in real life as well. Sure there are really big houses but overall I think it’s like in drama’s, so please don’t worry.”
“If you say so, I’m just nervous, I never met a famous person.” She was cute when she was nervous but there was nothing you could do about it because to be honest you were also a bit nervous and to think you had to act normal around him. You were wondering why he was coming here though, Aren’t kpop groups really busy all the time? When you stopped at Sophie’s driveway she came running out of the door, it was so funny, usually, she hated working out but Kpop groups made her do the weirdest things ever.
“Let’s go!” she quickly hugged your mother who was giggling about her enthusiasm. “Alright let’s buy this boy some furniture.” After a few minutes you were walking through the IKEA and that’s when you let Sophie loose, she was running around like crazy, talking to herself, texting people to make sure she was picking the right items. “Why don’t you give Dylan to me, so you can assist her.” your mother nodded towards the crazy person and you quickly handed over Dylan and skipped towards your best friend. “So do you think we have enough, it’s not like we have a lot of money.”
“I do, so don’t worry, this is on me.”
“Are you crazy?!”
“I’m not, this is for Jungkook, so there is no limit today.” You shook your head and slapped her arm. “You are crazy.”
“I know, just let me.”
“I will but only because I can’t stop you anyway.” she smiled and stuck up her thumb. “You’ve got that right sis.” you rolled your eyes and after an hour you were finally done. You were going to get it delivered because she really got a lot. They would deliver it tonight, which meant there was no sleep for you, as you were the one who had to put it all together but luckily for you, you were in a band so you texted your bandmate Christian and begged him to help you. He arrived after the delivery guys left and you immediately went to work. You made sure there were snacks and drinks, otherwise he would never forgive you. “So why are we doing this?”
“Ah, we are getting an exchange student tomorrow.”
“Yeah and you know he is from South Korea.”
“Really? That’s awesome.”
“I know right, now I can test my Korean.”
“I already told you this but your Korean is really good.” It was good to have a Korean friend but he had been living in America since he was really young so it was just different. “Yeah, yeah but he lived in Korea his entire life so it’s just different.”
“Whatever, just put that desk together.” he focused on the bed and after six hours you were finally done. The walls in this room were white, so you decided that black furniture went best with it and after everything was set up, you were really satisfied, it wasn’t really your taste but a guy could live here right? “Yah Christian? Do you think a guy will like this room?”
“I think he will like it.” h ruffled your hair and after that, he left. You made the bed and dusted the room before you went to bed. It was already past 2 a.m. and you had to be on time to get him from the airport because somehow you didn’t expect for a thing to go easy as he was famous. Your mother woke you up the next morning and she was stressed out. “I can’t come with you!”
“They need me at work, there is an emergency.”
“I know sweetheart but they are understaffed in the hospital, so I really need to help them out.”
“Alright, I will take care of everything, don’t worry.” This was going to be awkward because you had to bring Dylan with you as well, what if he thought he would be your son. What would he think of you, this was going to be great and when you saw the time, you quickly buckled up Dylan and told your mom to jump in and after you dropped her at work, you drove to the airport. You had your sign with Jungkook’s name on it and with Dylan, you walked to the arrival hall and waited. You didn’t have to wait long because you recognized him right when he walked out, he wasn’t alone though as a guy followed him. You quickly held up your sign and Jungkook immediately noticed it and pointed at it. He was even more handsome in real life and as his eyes checked you out, a smile appeared on his face and it stayed there even when his eyes landed on your little brother. He stopped in front of you and the first thing you did surprised him. You bowed whilst introducing yourself in Korean. “You speak Korean?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Oh yeah, I’m Jeon Jungkook, please take care of me.” he bowed as well and after he introduced himself he introduced his manager. “He won’t be staying, he is just here to go over a few things.”
“Ah okay.” He looked around as if he was looking for someone. “Is your mother not here?”
“She is at work, something came up so it’s only my little brother Dylan and me. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I’m fine but can you drive?”
“Of course I can.” you smiled at him and his eyes lit up a bit. “Can we go then?” he politely asked and you nodded and as you walked towards the car, you couldn’t help but think that he was just a normal guy, there was nothing really special except for his good looks and the fact that he was in kpop group.
You first buckled in Dylan and then you got behind the wheel. Jungkook sat next to you and his manager sat in the back. “Do you mind if I put on some music?” Well, at least he was being polite. “I don’t mind.” Not long after you heard Justin Bieber fill up the car with purpose and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this. “You’re a Bieber fan?”
“Yes, I like his songs a lot.”
“Of course you do.”
“You don’t like him?”
“I do but I’m not his fan.” That was the best way to explain this. “Why?”
“I just don’t like him. He does make good songs but I don’t like him as a person.”
“Do you know him personally?”
“No, but I don’t want to.”
“So you judge a book by its cover?”
“Apparently I do.” You felt embarrassed as he pointed this out and the thing was you couldn’t disrespect him as he was older, this was not going great so far. “Do you know me?” This threw you off for a second.
“I know you since yesterday.” You felt the blush on your face because you felt like you did something wrong but he just smiled. “So you haven’t been binge watching my mv’s?”
“No, I only watched “fire” and “dope” they were really good!”
“Thank you, you know it’s a relief that you don’t really know me because if you were a big fan then I couldn’t stay with you.”
“Because you might sell information to reporters.”
“Fans really do that?”
“Of course they do.”
“Well, just so you know my best friend is a really big fan and she will be coming over frequently.”
“That’s okay, she just has to sign some stuff then.” You sighed because this could only mean one thing and that was confidential docs. Probably to protect himself. There was nothing you could do though but he was much more business like than you had expected. “Do I have to call you Oppa? I mean you’re a year older.”
“In Korea you do but it’s maybe weird if you do that here. You can call me Oppa in private.” You nodded and as you drove home you kept thinking about why he was sent here but now was not the best time to ask him about it. When you arrived home, you were worried he didn’t like the house, you first unbuckled Dylan, who climbed out himself and ran to the garden to play with his toys. You opened the door but waited till Jungkook got his stuff from the car. “Please come in.” you moved out of the way and as he walked in, you were already trying to make up an excuse for the smallness of your house. “It’s cozy.” your mouth dropped on the floor because this was absolutely not what you expected.
“You think so?”
“Yeah, it’s nice.”
“Thank you, do you want to see your room?”
“Yes please.” you walked up stairs and stopped at the door next to your room. You opened the door hoping he would like this too, he better though as you spent the entire evening putting stuff together. You walked in and Jungkook followed you, as you turned around he was looking around and a smile played on his lips, which made him even more handsome. “I like it, are these furniture new?”
“Yeah, My bandmate and I put them together yesterday.”
“Really? Well, it looks really good.” he touched the bed to see if the mattress was good and you crossed your fingers because this was the best mattress they had. “This feels soft.”
“Do you like soft mattresses?”
“Of course I do.” you smiled and walked to the door. “I will leave you so you can get settled. I mean your manager is waiting for me anyway.” you bowed slightly before leaving the room. You walked to the kitchen where his manager was waiting. “Sorry about that, do you want some coffee?”
“No thank you, I’m in a slight hurry.”
“Ah yes, I’m sorry, what do I need to sign?” He pulled out the documents “I’m sorry for doing this but it’s really necessary.”
“Ah it’s fine, I understand.”
“You’re mother when does she get back?”
“I really don’t know, she is a nurse so she works a lot.”
“I see, well then you are responsible for now.”
“Okay, that’s fine.”
“Jungkook will be staying with you for six months, this is the time he is allowed to stay away from Korea. You are probably wondering why he is coming here, well it’s simple. He needs to finish school and his schedule allows it, he has a comeback scheduled in October and he needs to graduate this year, without any distractions.”
“I understand, well this is a private school and it mayors in different music classes but also in math and chemistry, he can even take lessons in English or Spanish.”
“That good to hear, he will be attending the music classes and he can choose what he wants to do besides that.”
“Okay, I will notify the teacher.” you smiled and as he pointed where to sign, you didn;t even read it and signed the papers, it was not like you were going to tell anyone that Jungkook from BTS was staying at your house. “Thank you and please get your mother to call me.”
“I will.” you bowed again and as he said goodbye to Jungkook, you quickly made something to eat. You decided on something he knew and as you were making the fried kimchi rice, you couldn’t help but think there was something more to this whole moving countries thing. Dylan came back into the house and ran towards the tv and this time you decided to just let him watch it. “Dylan do you want to watch Mickey?” he nodded and started jumping on the couch. “You immediately put on Mickey and friends which made him quiet for at least thirty minutes but this gave you enough time to go check on Jungkook. You walked upstairs and without thinking, you opened the door but you stopped when you saw him without a shirt. He noticed you right away and he couldn’t hide the smirk.
HEY HI I’ve written four chapters of this and planned a bunch more + an ending so I figured it was… time to start posting.
I don’t know where the ‘David is Canadian’ idea started but being Canadian myself I love it. There are frequent low-key references to his Canadianness that you may not catch onto even if you’re Canadian, but they make me giggle. (Also I do headcanon, in this fic at least, that he comes from my city, just to make some things simpler. It may never come up, but hey. I do live in the waterfall capital of the world, so that’s probably up his alley.)
B) As I am Canadian: catch me constantly consulting Wikipedia to make sure things work the way I think they do in America… but also, forgive me for any mistakes made on that front, lmao.
This’ll be some overarching plot and also lots of general domestic/family fluff. If you wanna drop me some of your favourite domestic tropes and cliches, I’ll take them into consideration for use… I need more fodder! :D
I’ll be using the tag “cc Run Away Home” for anything related to this fic on tumblr, which will include some doodles and other bonus content over time? Watch the tag or follow me if you want to see any of that - I have some floorplans/doodles of Gwen’s apartment I’m working on, for one thing. You can also use the tag if you want to post anything related to the fic (:
Okay I think that’s all the relevant commentary for tonight! Let’s go, and let me know what you think! Comments make new chapters come faster :’)
Run Away Home, Chapter 1: Runaway
Gwenvid, David & Max, Gwen & Max | 6 064 words | T |
Max was the last person Gwen expected to find standing outside her apartment early on a Wednesday morning in September. But he had nowhere else to go. And the only logical next step was to call David.
Gwen was at the tiny kitchen table, eating breakfast in her pyjamas and hopefully checking her email for responses to her ‘roommate needed’ ad. She and Cait had only been a month and a half into their lease when Cait got the news about her dad being sick and had to move home. The apartment was way too nice for Gwen to willingly give up, but also way too nice for her to afford on her own for very long. No answers yet, but she would keep her fingers crossed.
She was just finishing her corn flakes when there was a small, hesitant knock on the front door. Wondering who could be at her door at nine in the morning on a Wednesday, she padded quietly into the entryway and yawned as she undid the chain lock.
The door swung open, and she found herself looking down, into the bright blue-green eyes of a tired eleven-year-old.
There was a long pause, and then she asked, “Max? What the fuck are you doing here?”
He was staring up at her, shifting nervously from one foot to the other in the outdoor hall, looking vulnerable and frightened in a way that she hadn’t seen on him since he’d pounded on her cabin door over a year ago, shouting that David was unconscious.
“This– this was a stupid idea,” he said immediately, trying to replace the anxiety with his usual crankiness as he turned back away from the door. Despite the morning chill, he was dressed only in his usual hoodie and jeans, a ragged blue backpack hanging from his shoulders.
“Max, wait,” Gwen said quickly, realizing something was very wrong. “Come back, come inside. It’s okay.”
a thing about race in America, it literally makes no fucking sense why people are grouped this way, especially if you look at the history of who could and could not legally be considered white in this country, it's so weird lol. but at the same time race plays a huge part in American culture, particularly in regards toward racial injustice, so it's kinda a big deal because it impacts people's lives in many ways, but at the same time it doesn't make sense
It’s just wild, like you literally do not see it happen anywhere else on earth. Like okay, when we do a census we have to say if we’re British Irish/Caribbean/Chinese/Japanese/Black British etc etc, but in the day to day, we don’t say “I’m African British” or “I’m Asian British” - we’re just British. We still embrace our heritages and whatever culture comes with that, be it Indian, Chinese, Japanese, whatever part of Africa you may have links to, its embraced but people don’t refer to themselves the way you guys say “African American” or “Asian American” etc.
And from what I know of the rest of Europe and places like Australia and New Zealand, it’s not really a thing there either. I don’t know about Canada but I don’t think it’s a big thing there either. It’s a very American thing to do, and it feels like a really bizarre thing to do when you think about it. It makes the population feel divided even when you talk about it. Like white people just get to be American, but you gotta specify that black people are African American etc?
idk, I guess it’s just a difference between America and the rest of the world, I personally would feel like i was being almost symbolically segregated from others if it became the norm to refer to white people as British, and all other ethnicities got put under the umbrella of “British African” or “British Asian”. Especially because my background is Irish, Caribbean and Indian like,,,,where the fuck am i supposed to go under ur weird umbrella terms.
So last year I wrote a post on LGBTQ+ podcasts I’ve listend to. I wrote it on 12 of June right, before I heard about shooting in Orlando and I thought it would be good to write podcast post again this year. Because podcast are one of many ways people get educated about themselfs, thier own sexuality, thier emotions, we get inspierd and stay motivated. And let’s face it, it is even more important for our community to educate ourself, to get inspiered and to stay motivated. So go and listen to some nice podcasts!
Bad with money with Gaby Dunn
This podcast is about money and about how people, who are in bad financial situation can make for themself better. I like it very much, because Gaby Dunn is honest about her troubles. She’s no financial expert. She is a beginner like you or me and like many of us she has some trouble with money. But Gaby fights for herself, she is fighting with her collage debts and what is most important she is showing that you can deal with your financial problems. It might not be easy or magical, but it is possible.
Gaby Dunn showed us something important (in my opinion) that is not always your fault that you have problems with money. She showed that capitalism in America is awful for most of the time and mostly for everybody. Also, because she is pansexual, she took special care to make her podcast as diverse as it’s possible. So go and make your finance look better.
The Bossy Show
Fresh and new podcast which starts with Trump wining 2016 elections. Here is everything you need to know about Trump’s administrations from point of view two queer feminists Jil Gutowitz and Carmen Rios. It is made in funny, creative way. In every episode you have a chance to hear new intresting guests, their opinion about how awful Trump is and what he broke this time.
So common! You can get deppresed about Trump or you can laugh with Jil and Carmen ;)
Amazing podcast made by Tanzila “Taz” Ahmed and Zahara Noorbakhsh. This two changed my way of thinking about muslim minority in America, because I was racist and islamophobic in one period of my live. Taz and Zahara with their sense of humor made me more awere of some, of my behaviours, and how I can be a better suporter. Thank both of You for that!
If you looking for something funny, something amazing, you can go there ;)
I was listening to few podcasts about love, relationships and intimacy, but I couldn’t find anything better than
The Heart .
It has most beautiful soundtrack you will ever hear, with stories about transitions sexuality and coming out that will move your soul.
The Heart will change the way you think about LGBTQ+ community for ever. I can’t tell how many times I cried listening to this podcast. It made me sad and happy, and I fell totally in love with it, and so will you.
Never Before with Janet Mock This is something fresh from Itunes. It has only two episodes right now, and there are amazing inteviews with people you always wanted to hear. I hope this podcast will motivate you.
So this is all for this year. There are les podcast, but I can assure you that they are my favorite ones. See you soon!
A human AU where Alfred decides to take up ballet, which he had taken as an extra class in high school, when Francis is getting a bad rep for being gay at their university. Francis teaches Alfred more than the basics and they go to competitions together in both singles and pair dancing. (and of course they eventually do begin to date, which has,,,, bad consequences,,,,)