and then doing it again with jane

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry about the Jeff and Jack thing :( I know what its like when something that used to make you happy just doesn't anymore. But I still enjoy still seeing you and all your other different content all the time and me and my friends won't be leaving soon :)

Thank you very much :) I love making videos with these characters I’m just not much of a fan of responding to the same questions over and over again. That’s why I started the “Jeff Vs:” thing where he takes a specific topic to respond to. That way I can use the same character(s) but with a new topic every time in an episodic formula instead of “Jeff what do you think of Jane and here’s some kidneys for Jack please burn down Wendy’s”.

The only problem with continuing Ask Jeff and Jack is being told it can’t continue in the way I had envisioned. 

anonymous asked:

(1/3) I just cannot buy the idea that Jane and Thor broke up, as Feige wants us to believe. Because it makes no sense. At all. Tony-Pepper breaking up is believable (tho still not acceptable in my heart) because of their differences and Tony not stopping after promising Pep so again and again.

(2/3) But give me one good reason for Thor-Jane to break up. Is it that he left behind everything - his home, his deserved throne - to be with her? Or that she kept looking for him like maniacs for 2 yrs to simply break it off because… reasons?

(3/3) Also, they never have any issues between them, like Tony and Pep do. They are so understanding of each other. There is absolutely no reason for them to break up. But Feige wants to tell me that after 2 yrs of living together with literally no problem at all, they part ways so he can bang someone who is his “equal”. Okay. (Nothing against Tess, those were Feige’s words.)

Yeah, I don’t buy it either. Want to know why? Not just because they’re my OTP and are wonderful together, but because we have literally zero on screen evidence that there’s any reason for them to break up. People can yell until they’re blue in the face about why Jane’s not good for him or her not belonging on Asgard or whatever comic canon people want to pull out of their asses, but it doesn’t change what we’ve actually seen.

Think back to Dark World. In one of the trailers we hear Jane sadly saying, “We’re from separate worlds… maybe they were separate for a reason.” Myself and other fosterson fans flipped because that’s breakup talk right there. And as far as reasons go, it’s not terrible at setting something of a conflict up within their relationship? Long distance is hard–I imagine it’s even worse when your significant other is an alien prince from another galaxy.

So they have that teaser line in the trailer, but then……… don’t put it in the movie. In fact, aside from their initial argument, there was zero indication that they had any problems with each other. Thor talks highly of her constantly and looks at her like she’s the goddamn best person he’s ever met. Jane’s refusal to leave him during the final battle speaks volumes about how she feels about him. Then, Thor turns down becoming king to go be with her. They went out of their way to shoot the end credits scene where Thor returns, went out of their way to find a costume and wig for Elsa Pataky so that she could play Jane since Natalie was unavailable (on a shoot in… Japan? Maybe? It was a long time ago.) so that they could film a big damn reunion kiss.

They didn’t have to end Jane and Thor on a positive note in Dark World, but they did. They actively chose to have the movie end with Thor going back to Jane and having Jane kiss the living daylights out of him. That’s where we left them.

At least Pepper and Tony had some organically created internal conflict. We were led to believe that it was something that they would eventually overcome, but then… bam. No appearances or mentions for Pepper in several movies and then they’re broken up. If you’re going to break up one of your Phase 1 power couples, then at least have the courtesy to do justice to the characters and give fans some sort of emotional closure.

With the way they broke up Pepperony and the way it looks like they’re breaking up Jane and Thor, they don’t give much of a damn about emotional closure or the female characters who were involved with their big hero white men.

I imagine they’ll break fosterson up much the same as they did with Pepper in Cap 3: a one off line that will probably indirectly put the blame on Jane, and that will be it. Which is a slap in the face not just to fosterson fans, but to fans of Jane herself who, as far as we know, isn’t ever going to appear again.

And about Tessa–she’s only rumored so far to be Thor’s love interest. There is comic canon history between Valkyrie and Bruce Banner, so who knows. Maybe their Planet Hulk mashup–er, sorry, maybe Thor 3 will feature those two instead. Regardless of what they do, it is looking likely that there will be some form of romantic chemistry between them because according to Kevin Feige, the only worthwhile female characters are the ones who can fight, and according to the director, “like one of the guys.”

So. My hopes aren’t very high for the Guardians of the Galaxy ripoff–oh, wait, no I’m sorry, Thor: Ragnarok.

god, do i miss homestuck. 

 and i KNOW that’s standard fare, i know most of us are over it, but i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that it’s been a year already? because homestuck had been such a big part of my life for so long, and suddenly- it’s gone.

homestuck redefined fandom for me, and i know that there won’t ever be something quite like it again- the way we came together, the upd8 culture and the cons and the panels, the lyricstucks, the fansongs and animations and meetups and the way we were a family, of sorts, united by our love for this dumb webcomic that brought us together- there’s never going to be anything like that. homestuck was a cultural masterpiece, a revolution in and of itself, and i honestly don’t think anything can top it in terms of impact. 

 homestuck was just so big, so much, for so long, and it’s hard to believe that- it’s not anymore. and it’s hard to believe that everyone’s moved on from something that we loved so much, that shaped us so much, that brought us together like nothing else before. 

 and maybe there will be no more spin the faygo games at cons. maybe there will be no more lyricstucks or fansongs, no more bucket full of homestuck-style panels, no more rush to make upd8 art and cosplay new characters and update shipping charts with all new quadrants. maybe it really is over. but we’re all still here, whether we like it or not. 

we’d use to joke that “the ride never ends.” and it doesn’t, not really. because homestuck is something that sticks with you no matter what. so this is a love letter to my favorite story, the story that made me who i am. happy 4/13, everybody. thanks for eight fantastic years.

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What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

ONCE UPON A TIME

PRE-FINALE: On April 30, viewers will get “answers to what makes the Black Fairy tick,” says co-creator Eddy Kitsis — including why she never named Rumplestiltskin, and why she gave him up. May 7 of course cues up the musical episode, during which Emma and Hook are poised to trade vows. “Everyone was nervous and giddy and excited,” Kitsis says of the musical endeavor. “You really felt like it was the pilot again.” As for a possible wedding crasher, Jennifer Morrison hints, “There’s evil stuff going on.”

SEASON FINALE (MAY 14): Per its title, “This is the final battle,” says Kitsis — and thus the end of Henry’s storybook. “The two hours are devoted to everything we’ve set up for six years, and the final scene will let you know what we’re going to do” in the event of a Season 7. “After 132 episodes, we wanted to be able to complete this chapter — and set up the new one,” with help from characters played by Andrew J. West (The Walking Dead) and Alison Fernandez (Jane the Virgin). “They tie directly into our future plans,” says co-creator Adam Horowitz, “as well as what we’re currently doing.”

x

They’re in the middle of research when Human Jane stands to get some coffee. An addictive substance that nearly all Humans drink. That in and of itself confuses Xon’a, but he ignores it now. The Human Guide book had been very helpful in understanding the humans love for things that are bad for their health.

Only when he looks up, he freezes. On her bottom is a red stain.

He jerks into a standing position and knocks over his book. Human Jane turns around with surprise.

“H-Human Jane! You are bleeding!” She frowns and looks down at her arms. “No-no, your bottom! We need to get you to medical!”

Suddenly her cheeks turn very, very red. And then she laughs as Xon’a pushes a chair out of the way to get to her.

“No, I’ll be fine, I just need to go change. Sorry about that,” she puts the coffee down but Xon’a picks her up.

“You are dying, Human Jane, you need medical!” She lets out a squwak, and shakes her head.

“No no! I just have my period, all women get it! It’s totally normal for humans!” Xon’a puts human Jane down and stares at her with narrowed slits.

“…Normal? What is a Period? I thought it went at the end of your sentences?” She started to laugh, cheeks still blushing.

“Periods are our menstruation. We get it once a month. Our bodies prepare every month for a baby, but when theres no baby, the lining of our uterus sheds and the blood is pushed out of our bodies. I usually get mine for 7 days.” Xon’a stares in horror at his human friend.

“T-that is not normal. Y-your insides shed? Like molting?” Human Jane grins.

“Totally is, some women get cramps, other people it hurts a lot. For me I usually just get cramps on the last few days. But we use pads, tampons, and cups to hold the blood until it’s over. I just must have forgotten to change my pad this morning.”

Xon’a takes a step back and looks down at the chair, stained with a small puddle.

“That is a lot of your life blood. I think you are ill!” He says. Human Jane laughs again.

“That? That’s pretty light for the first day. Don’t worry, this is nothing! If only you saw childbirth!” He blinks again, his slitted eyes narrowing.

“Birth?” Human Jane blinks.

“You guys create your babies out of spores, right? Well, ours grow in our bellies. Then we push them out of our vaginas. Sometimes, we have to get cut open to get the baby taken out.” Xon’a lets out a horrified squall and jerks back.

“W-why do you continue? H-how are there so many of you?” Human vagina’s were small, and he’d seen a pink skinned baby before, and a brown one, but they were both so large! Both babies heads were incredibly large! How in the Gods names could they have squeezed a babe out of a small hole like that? And getting cut open? Human Illa had said childbirth was wonderful!

Human Jane shrugs. “My grandmother had eleven children. All natural. She said childbirth was beautiful. I think it’s more the whole, holding the baby afterwards that is beautiful. My mom only had two. When my brother and I did something stupid she’d say that she didn’t suffer through eight hours of childbirth to give birth to two dumbasses.”

Xan’a began to breath rapidly, and looked at human Jane.

“The rumors are true: Humans truly are terrifying creatures.”

Human Jane frowned and cocked her head. “I mean, it’s not that crazy. We’ve been doing it for hundreds of thousands of years.”

Xan’a sits and closes his slitted eyes and inhales deeply.

Now he understands why his father told him to befriend the humans, but never cross one. Who would willingly have children over and over again just to be ripped open or cut open when there was plenty of children already among the five planets they currently inhabit?

Humans are terrifying.

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Jane Pearson’s ‘Robron’ highlight reel

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Fangirl Challenge:  [35/50] Romantic Relationships » Jane and Michael

“He thinks your job puts Mateo at risk. Then I’ll quit my job. Michael, you can’t. You’re more important. I’m not losing you again, Jane.  I told you the other night that I would do anything to make this work. And if that’s losing my job versus losing you, then you win out. Every single time.”

If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all thier own way: they would never feel afraid, and s they would never alter, but grow worse. When we are struck back with no reason, we should strike back again very hard, so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again
—  Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

andrewsneil  asked:

i would literally give up my firstborn child for another genderswap au bcos jane potter is so hot im deadt

Jane, flirting, tells him his hair looks like a carrot fucked a fire hydrant.

“Charming.” Liam says.

“This is the part where you say something back and we verbally spar.” She responds, leaning with one muddy soccer boot up against the side of the library. McGonagall would have a fit. He puts his hands in his pockets and pretends to look at the street.

“Not today it isn’t.”

“C’mon,” she grins, ducking her head so her hair falls forward. “You’re making me feel bad. You’ve got to say something back otherwise it’s like bullying.”

“What do you mean ‘like’ bullying.”

“Please. If it was real bullying I would have your lunch money.”

“I don’t bring lunch money.”

“Good thing I’m not bullying you then.” She says, cheerfully, and he laughs. It appears halfway through this conversation he got bored with pretending to look at the road and has started actively staring at her again. He turns back.

“Your hair looks like you shoved a fork into a toaster.” He says, and she laughs now.

“’Knew you’d give in. Now we’re both bullying each other.”

He looks back at her. “I thought you said it wasn’t bullying.”

She smirks, soccer uniform covered in mud from making unnecessary slides across the pitch every time she makes a goal, which is often enough that he can see grass burn bleeding on her knees. He’s going to ask if she needs a bandage, and then she quirks her eyebrow at him, and he cannot for the life of him remember his name.

“Evans, you are aware I can see you ogling my legs.” Liam’s head snaps back to the street.

“I wasn’t ogling.”

“You bloody were.”

“I don’t ogle.”

“Fine. Staring. Gazing. Gawking, if you will.”

“I won’t.”

“Liam Evans, staring at my legs in front of everybody”

“There is no one else here.“

“You were ogling.” She pushes off the wall, arms folded and still smirking, advancing on him. “Perfectly understandable really, they are, dare I say it, the best legs this side of London.”

He scoffs, looking at the sky and not at her. “You’re so full of it.”

“I can’t help having great legs any more than you can help having hair that looks like a red traffic light threw up on Amy Adams.”

“Whose Amy Adams?” he feigns ignorance.

“I know you know who fucking Amy Adams is.”

He swings back on his heels. “Hmm, can’t say I do, but you had better watch your potty mouth or I’m going to report you to McGonagall.” He’s looking at her again. God goddammit.

“Minnie loves me.” She’s almost right next to him now, a good head shorter, bag over her shoulder, knees still bleeding. Her glasses are cracked in the left corner.

“She won’t once I tell her how you’ve been bullying me.” He says, and she smiles. The wind blows slightly, and God, she’s fucking pretty. His fingers itch to touch her jawline, the base of her throat, her cheekbone. There is always too much space between them.

“You know the library closes at six.” She breathes, looking at him, “and my practice ends at six-thirty.”

“I have no idea what you mean.” He lies, ridiculously.

“I mean,” her breath hitches, “You wait the extra half hour to see me.”

He wants to do something dumb, like kiss her or kiss her again, but she’s far too clever and pretty and he would have no idea where to put his hands.  The world is impossibly still. His heart is thudding loud enough she must be able to hear it.

A car screeches into the street and reels up next to them, almost clipping the curb. “Potter!” Sarah Black sticks her head out the window and yells to be heard over the radio, “if you get mud on my seats again I’ll punch you in the tit!” Spotting Liam, she nods and takes a drag on her cigarette, “Evans. You’re here again.”

“Well spotted.” He croaks, trying to act normal and doing a bad job. Potter’s arm brushes against his on the way to the car and he shudders.

“Wanna lift?” Sarah asks, and he shakes his head. Jane stares at him through the passenger window, and he stares back. The only reason he comes to the library is to kill time before her practice ends. He would wait in the rain if he had to.

“Amy Adams was in Enchanted.” He blurts out, and Potter grins. He’s so far gone it’s embarrassing. He would do anything to make her look like that.  

Black gives him a weird look. “Don’t take too many drugs on school grounds, Evans, Minnie doesn’t like you nearly as much as she likes me.” She peels away, almost taking out a letterbox in the process, and he starts walking home, thinking about how she has practice tomorrow, and the grass burns on her knees, and the way her breath hitches when she stands to close to him.

The streetlamps go on, and in the harsh light she roars into his head, laughing, covered in mud, a dream girl unbelievably rooted in reality.

destielisgonnabecanon  asked:

hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?

Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -

- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.

(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)

She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.

(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)

Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.


Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).

You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/JessDestiel vs Dean/AnnaDestiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/VioletDestiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/ColeDestiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on SupernaturalDestiel and Lucifer having funDestiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.

And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.

Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:

As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 

(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)

Seriously, good luck.


EDIT - More great meta

( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)

Pursuing the Muse Against the Clock

By Lin-Manuel Miranda

Nov. 11, 2001, Eastern Standard Time.

I am a senior at Wesleyan, and my girlfriend Aileen has surprised me with tickets to see “Tick, Tick … Boom!” by Larson Off Broadway. We drive down from school to the Jane Street Theater, south of West 14th Street. The terrorist attacks of two months earlier are still fresh in everyone’s minds, and it is our first time so far downtown since. The real world is terrifying, and we are theater majors about to graduate: What on earth do we have to offer it? The houselights go down, and Raúl Esparza comes onstage as Jonathan, and nothing is ever the same again.

“Tick, Tick … Boom!” is an autobiographical musical that Jonathan Larson wrote concurrently with “Rent”; the playwright David Auburn later adapted into a three-person show. The story is simple: It is 1990, and Jonathan is grappling with turning 30. He is trying to make a living writing musical theater, but he works at a diner to pay the bills. His best friend has given up acting for a job in market research; his girlfriend, a dancer, wants to leave New York. He hears time ticking away, he sees friends and lovers abandoning their dreams, but he keeps going.

Just as “Rent” grabbed 17-year-old me and announced, “This is what you should be doing,” “Tick, Tick … Boom!” grabbed the 21-year old me and refused to let go. It was more than a portrait of the artist as a young man; it was a sneak preview of what my 20s would be: readings and workshops going nowhere, jobs allowing only flexible hours, relationships ending because the writing comes first and must always come first, watching talented friends adjust their dreams and find happiness in other careers with more stability. Every young artist deals with these realities, and Jonathan gave them specificity and vitality and truth. He kept going, and, in doing so, galvanized a generation of songwriters to follow his lead, myself included.

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Stranger’s

Summary: You met Steve in one bar and two have a great night together.

Words: 2593

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Drunk assholes, fuffly, and smut.

You never minded to do things alone, you actually enjoyed it a lot. Going to the movies or shopping was, even more, fun to you when you are alone because you were the one in control. But you are starting to thinking that coming to this bar alone wasn’t your best idea.

Since you arrived at the bar, this is the fourth guy who hit on you in one hour. The first guy insisted on paying for your drink and after you declined several times he went away, the second was nice when you said you weren’t interested he went away without questioning you. The third one was insistent  but after hearing about your fake boyfriend he let you enjoy your drink alone.

The fourth asshole, Mike didn’t leave you alone. You told him that you weren’t interested, that you could pay for your own drinks and that you had a boyfriend but no, he wasn’t having any of it.  “Come on baby, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know… I can show you a really good time.”

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nowhere else i’d rather be

a belated birthday fic for the love of my life james potter <3

a lil throwback to his 18th birthday when he got so smashed he had to crash at lily’s and then they just had to share a bed.

The mirror keeps buzzing in her bag and she’s sure it’s Sirius, calling to see if they made it back alright. Lily can’t answer it though, because she has her arms full with James. A very mashed and wobbly James.

“Where are we?” He says into her neck, too loudly for Lily’s liking. If a light goes on in the house, they’re screwed.

“Almost there.” She tells him as they reach the gate and she has to hold him up with one hand to push it open. For a second he leans too far forward, but then somehow uprights himself and stumbles forward.

“Where are we?” He repeats, stepping closer so his breath fans all over her throat again. It would be nice if it didn’t smell of a mixture of jaeger and sick.

“My house.” Lily watches as realisation dawns on James’ face, mouth dropping open, shoulders going limp.

“Wow. You have a house?”

“Where did you think all your owls were coming to last summer?” She shakes him until his shoulders regain some structure and tries to walk forwards again. James is stuck though, feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes in her house.

There’s not much to take in and Lily blushes, not having really thought about this part of him crashing at hers. Of course, she’d thought about him staying one day, just not under these circumstances. In her imagination they hadn’t been sneaking in at 4 am because James got kicked out of the hotel the Marauders were staying at. 

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Haunting Me (Chap. 4)

A/N: okie dokie guys! here’s chap 4! I hope you guys like the angst!! *evil laugh* ENJOY! - Delilah

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Slight smut. Angst. Feels. Flashbacks. Mild violence. 

Originally posted by rohgers


“Your name was Jane and you liked to wear red lipstick.”

You shivered in your sleep, tugging the comforter closer to your body. The heating wasn’t working and the motel owner came by to tell everyone one by one. Bucky, being the paranoid man he was, completely ignored the man at all costs. He had no intentions of this happening, he just…acted on instinct. Which was highly irrational on his part, but he had little to no care about rationality at the moment.

What was he going to do with you? Hydra had ears all over the world, regardless of where the two of you went. And SHIELD would immediately be investigating this as well, meaning you and he would have to go somewhere secluded, which was extremely hard to do this day and age.

Bucky’s eyes landed on your slumbering form once again, taking in your features as you slept. The flashback he had earlier still rung in his ears. Your name was Jane, he knew that now. You used to wear red lipstick all the time and you and he were together. He was still unsure if you knew Steven as well, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

He slowly reached outwards towards you, gently brushing his metal fingers along the flesh of your cheek. You were so fragile, yet you the way you stood up to him earlier showed your bravery that you didn’t know you had. His fingers slowly drifted down your body until they rested on your chest. His eyes landed on your clothed breasts. Cocking his head to the side, he ran his fingers along your clothed chest, watching in awe as small goosebumps began to form on your skin.

His fingers hooked around the material of the top and tugged it down, revealing your breasts. He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He had seen his fair share of the female anatomy before, but that was mostly on graphs and medical training. This was entirely different. You weren’t a medical graph, you were a person with thoughts and feelings. Someone who he’d known before on a personal level at one time and it was so erotic to him.


His index finger circled around your nipple, gently flicking the nub. You squirmed gently, nuzzling into your pillow with a soft moan. His eyes widened as he watched your nipple harden beneath his finger with awe. You were unlike anything he’d ever seen, a rare piece of a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for decades. And here you were now, extremely close and vulnerable.

You let out another moan, this time it was a bit louder. Bucky’s breaths came out in harsh little huffs as he studied your body intensely. The sounds you were making were so arousing, that he just had to make you do it again, he longed for it.

He found himself leaning forward, bending his head down until his lips brushed against your breast. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on the flesh, running his teeth along it.

You groaned, your eyes fluttering open. For a minute, you completely forgot where you were. You expected to be back at home, in the safety of your cozy little apartment with Steve . Your fingers made their way over to the mystery man’s hair, tangling themselves in his long, dark locks. He let out a grunt of pleasure as you tugged on the strands. You sighed peacefully as the pleasure coursed through your body.

That was, until you immediately recognized the voice.

Your eyes widened as you peered down at Bucky. His lips were wrapped around your breast, while his metal arm was softly kneading the other one. You gasped as he sucked harsher, filling your body with another wave of pleasure. This was so, so wrong. You barely knew the man, and you were absolutely sure that he was psychotic, but your body refused to react the way it should. Instead of shoving him off of you, your back arched into his touch and your legs found themselves entangled with his as he pleasured you with those lips of his.

You were practically on your back now, with him hovering over you. It took all of your strength, but you placed your bound hands on his shoulder and shoved him back. Immediately, he jolted back from you.

“Bucky…” you whispered, your brows furrowing with confusion. 

Immediately, he scooted as far away from you as possible. His eyes were wide with shame as he avoided your gaze. You watched as he began to stand from the bed. 

Right at that moment, you felt your head ache terribly, but this time, it wasn’t from the anemia. 


1941

Bucky stood from the bed and walked over to the little dresser in his room. You rolled onto your side and propped yourself up on your elbow as you watched your very naked boyfriend as he softly sung along to the song playing on the radio. 

Maybe
If I could pray and I try, dear
You might come back home, home to me

He placed one of the cigarettes in his mouth and lit it, blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air. You always admired how he could have no clothes on, yet feel completely comfortable with you watching him. You guessed it was the chemistry you both had. 

You rested your head against your palm as you continued to admire his physique. He was what all the girls you knew wanted. Literally. Every girl had a thing for Bucky Barnes, including your best friend. You had seen him on countless other dates with girls far more pretty than you, girls that were the complete opposite skin color wise. Not in a million years did you think he would ever look your way. 

But that fateful night he came to the ice cream shop you worked at changed everything. He always told you that the moment he laid eyes on you, he felt his entire world stop. That he was prepared to fight a million wars for you, regardless of your color. 

I guess I might have done something wrong
Honey I’d be glad to admit it
Ooh, come on home to me
Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah

“How come you never sing to me like that?” you asked, your mouth curling into a smile as he peered over his shoulder at you. He smiled that same dorky little smile and turned around completely. 

Bucky slowly crawled towards you, singing the chorus of the song as he did so. 

Maybe
Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand
Ooh you might understand
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah

You giggled as he hovered above you, continuing to belt out the lyrics dramatically this time. You tried to shush him, as his neighbors were super prejudice and would not hesitate to call the police in a heartbeat. 

But being the person he was, Bucky only sung louder. 

Please, please, please, please
Oh won’t you reconsider babe
Now come on, I said come back
Won’t you come back to me

You were laughing hysterically now. You pressed your hands against his mouth in order to shut him up, but he licked your palms instead. You let out a shriek and pulled your hands away from him. 

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you spoke, staring into his eyes. “You’re such a dork.” 

He hummed, planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“But I’m your dork, though.” 


The next thing you knew, you were on your hands and knees gasping for air. 

Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself and your brain felt as though it was melting in your skull. What on earth was that? You blinked rapidly, seeing the images of the flashback before your eyes each time you closed them. You felt Bucky’s hands on your back, rubbing it gently. 

“W-What was that?” you asked, feeling your entire body trembling. 

Bucky brushed your hair out of your face and stared into your eyes. “You remembered, Y/N,” he whispered. 

You stared back at him. He looked exactly the same, but how was this possible? 

“M-My name was Jane, right?” you asked, your words trembling as you spoke. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. Bucky reached out to you and cupped your cheek. This time, you leaned into his touch. 

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but instead he was cut off by the motel door flying open. 

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, holding his shield in his hand. “We have to get out of here befor-”

The window shattered as a tiny grenade like object burst through it, landing right beside the bed. You looked back to Bucky, your eyes wide before a giant flash of white light erupted inside the room, blinding you both. 

You covered your ears as they ached from the high pitched ringing. You felt yourself being tackled to the ground and rough hands yanking you around on the floor. When you opened your eyes, you saw the familiar blue uniforms of the SHIELD team storming into the room. 

You looked around, only to find Bucky gone and the small window in the bathroom shattered open. 

“My name is Jane,” you whispered, feeling the tears pool inside your eyes. 


-FIN!

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for writing dirkjake? A lot of writers can't really capture their relationship as well as you do

ok I’m going to write like a million words about dirkjake get ready

I think firstly with DirkJake there’s just core differences in how different fans interpret the characters and relationship from the very foundation. The way fanon is so established for like 10 different versions of Dirk and Jake individually followed by at least 3 different common ways for their dynamic to be interpreted… it all leads to a shit ton of variance in what you get when any given writer decides to write a DirkJake fic. 

I guess for me, the main things to get “my” flavor of the relationship, what I try to focus on: 

1. Dirk as a complex character primarily defined by his overwhelming constant internal state of anxiety filtered through the fucking pinhole of his exterior facade. So like. Dirk is a character that wants and needs and feels so many things, but never wants to express any of it because he is terrified that expressing all the shit going on behind the mask will drive people away from him either in disgust or terror. Dirk is a person who is constantly afraid that he is becoming the worst version of himself and constantly unable to talk about that because if people understood what the worst version of himself was capable of they wouldn’t even want to be associated with the current version of him, who is trying so fucking hard not to be that. And because from Dirk’s perspective he’s “hiding” the reality of who he is from everyone he cares about (Dirk has a VERY FUCKING LOW opinion of himself) he’s in a sense manipulating them via lying by omission. Dirk thinks he is responsible for everything bad and other people are responsible for everything good and therefore other people have no sense associating with him at all. Dirk is trapped inside his own goddamn head 100% of the time when left to his own devices and WILL destroy himself if allowed to do so. 

His stuff is a mirror of Dave’s, with one huge difference: Dave hides everything because he’s afraid everyone will think less of him for being so soft – he’s afraid of the harm they might do to HIM, emotionally. His facade is protecting himself. Dirk hides everything because he’s afraid of the harm that DIRK might do to THEM. His facade is (from his perspective) protecting everyone else (from him.)

You’ll notice I didn’t mention anime, puppets, horses. Yeah. Moving on. 

2. Jake is ALSO a complex character primarily defined by his overwhelming need to avoid conflict and downplay his struggles with being hugely introverted in favor of projecting an idealized version of himself worthy of his own grand destiny. Jake is primarily concerned with JAKE’S own comfort, and this selfishness leaks in to the way he conducts all his relationships – Roxy is spot on when she says that Jake is an asshole, but he doesn’t MEAN to be an asshole, he’s just… Jake. Jake is simultaneously really easy to take advantage of (because he will always defer to the easiest route if possible – Jake calls himself a man of action but he would almost ALWAYS prefer to do nothing if he can get away with it) and also really good at manipulating people because everyone underestimates him. Jake is SMART. He just often downplays his own intelligence because he’s terrified of failure. He walks this line between being perceived as capable but not being perceived as TOO capable, because he wants to put out a specific persona without ever being called on to act in a way befitting of that persona. Like, wearing the costume is easy but walking the walk is hard, right?

Jake wants to be the hero and also wants to be the damsel but ONLY for the fun parts because the rest is hard and feels bad and is awful and sucks. He wants to skip from the Inciting Incident of a story to the Hero’s Triumph and then to the Happy Conclusion without experiencing ANY of the tumult or conflict or setbacks in between. He wants people to understand him without having to express himself because that’s hard. 

His stuff is a mirror Jane’s, one again a major difference: Jane bottles things up because she wants to appear effective and actively be relied upon to do great things – which she is confident in her ability to do and eager to inherit. Jake bottles things up and meticulously avoids difficult things because he wants to appear technically capable of effectiveness but doesn’t actually want people to call upon him or depend on him. He is NOT confident in himself or his own abilities and intelligence. Jane wants everyone to want and need her, she thrives on being the center of attention in a room. Jake thinks about being the center of attention in a room and wants to die. 

I would never ever ever use the words “cinnamon roll” to refer to Jake English. So yep. Moving on. 

3. the DirkJake relationship is a story about two boys who have been in love with each other basically their entire lives, except they grew into a pair of maladjusted unsocialized messes with zero emotional intelligence and oh, yeah, also one is a huge fucking introvert pretending to be an extrovert and the other is a desperate fucking extrovert pretending to be an introvert and WOW IS THAT A RECIPE FOR DISASTER. Especially when they immediately torch all their other relationships and have no one to ground them or pull them back or otherwise vent or express themselves to ON TOP OF all the other personal baggage each is working through throughout the alpha session. 

And I personally take an optimistic view of it, which is, these boys have loved each other their entire lives, they aren’t going to stop now, but they are going to have to learn to work through the myriad fucking issues I outlined above in healthy ways with the help of ALL their friends and family and it will be difficult but ultimately successful and rewarding and their eventual relationship with each other will be one where each feels respected and fulfilled and no longer afraid of horribly disappointing (best case) or utterly destroying (worst case) the other. 

I like to think toward and write them toward an eventuality where Jake is no longer afraid that he isn’t capable of loving Dirk as much as Dirk loves him just because he feels and expresses the emotion differently, and Dirk is no longer afraid that Jake is just humoring him or that Jake’s inability to be in full social mode 100% of the time means he’s getting or gotten over him in full, forever. Also, where Jake is no longer afraid that Dirk will judge him or feel full on disdain for the fact that Jake actually really doesn’t want to deal with the realities of a hero’s journey and just kinda wants to chill and have fun instead of being effective and heroic 100% of the time, and Dirk is no longer afraid that Jake will come apart like a wet paper towel at the merest hint of exposure to his actual innermost self and feelings. 

And that’s my big rant about the stuff I try to keep in mind when I write DirkJake even though like 70% of it is just smut like honestly what the fuck

theyre thousands of feet above the sea, and this is all i could think of

im love this au thanks arc for the heart attack at sea :)