I Didn’t Like That One Anyway *Bucky Barnes x Reader*
Requested by Anon: HI, I LOVE YOUR BLOG. I would like to make a request. Bucky x reader where the reader is the new computer engineer for Tony and she lives in the Stark Tower. Weeks later, she has a secret crush on Bucky, but she was afraid to even talk to him because she is very shy and has a lot of insecurities, especially with her body. But all ends well. FLUFF EVERYWHERE PLEASE. I know it’s very specific, and a little silly, but it’s like my dream. Warnings: Swearing and Fluff Admins Note: Fluff Queen is back… briefly, I have a few more angst to put up, especially some requested angst, which I am still asking for. Got any angst for me to write, send that in. – Ro
I spent three fucking days on this, I almost quit writing over this, why? Because my brain couldn’t comprehend it, why? No idea, I fucking hate everyone, me and you, omg. I need to sleep for 70ys.
I WILL NOT APOLOGISE FOR THAT GIF EITHER! (I’m using that gif for another work of mine, so, shut up if you see it again)
Today was the day you’d be starting your new job, how you managed to land this job was beyond you, if you weren’t so nervous you’d be excited for this day but the thought of working alongside Tony Stark terrified you. You walked nervously through Avengers Base, where you’d actually be residing as you worked alongside Tony and his crew; it makes life easier for you instead of driving every day.
You shakily follow the directions someone pointed you in, walking passed a few other workers, even spotting Natasha Romanoff at one point; you were in way over your head.
You pushed the door to the workshop open, it collided with something, so; naturally you pushed a little harder, you hear someone half yell and then a smash to the floor, you winced and pushed yourself through the door and look to see a pink splash with glass on the floor.
Of course, this would happen on your first day, you glanced upwards to see a tall, extremely attractive, gentlemen, muttering obscene language to himself; pink liquid staining his white tee, a few splashes on his navy jeans, his long hair that you assumed would be chin-length was pulled into a small ponytail, a metal hand wiping away the liquid from his pants. The man glanced up; connecting grey eyes with you, your own were wide and almost in shock at the sudden turn of the small two-minute span.
“Oh my god!” you gush, stepping forward and the man frowns at you, never seeing you before but not minding your proximity to him “I am awfully sorry, oh gosh, this is awful. My first day and I bashed into someone, ruined their drink and stained their top, I am such an idiot” Bucky watched as you tried, so very hard to make the stain better only with your hands, bare hands smoothing the sticky substance around his ruined shirt.
You caught yourself, you blushed at what he must be thinking, crazy girl who knocked his drink and is now touching him, how much of an idiot are you?
You look up, surprisingly he isn’t mad anymore, or how he was before, no, this time, he is smirking and slightly chuckling to himself at the scene that was displayed before him.
“It’s fine,” he tells you, he looks down at his ruined shirt, sighing gently to himself and getting a brilliant idea. He lifts his human hand, stepping away from you slightly, pulling the shirt off his body from the collar “Friday; have someone come clean this mess up” he calls, bunching the shirt up in his hand, he looks back at you; you were trying to stare anywhere but him, his physique was…beautiful, if you had to describe it, beautiful fitted perfectly, like how he does in those jeans.
You snapped yourself away, his chuckle bringing you back; he opened the door and smiled at you before walking out the door, you glanced behind just in time to catch his wink, you flushed a bright pink at him before trying to collect your thoughts again.
“(Y/N), so glad you found the place okay” you jumped and looked to see Tony Stark, he grinned and extended a hand, he faltered as the sound of his shoe crunched against the shards of glass “what happened?” he asked, you sighed and he chuckled “first days are pretty rough, judging by the strawberry smoothie, you met Barnes; what a handful, whish you found me first so I could warn you” he chuckled and you nodded lightly, a small smile pulling at your lips, the nervousness easing away the more Tony chatted about your role here, plus job and living space; he was excited to have you working with him, after all, you did get outstanding throughout the education. ** Weeks passed and you were doing great, you had your own team, you had met all the Avengers and you even hang around with Wanda most days; you had similar humour, you bonded over the awful jokes you both told, resulting in hours of laughter with one another and eye rolls from bystanders.
There was only one problem, Bucky Barnes; he had become somewhat of a distraction whenever he was around you; which was conveniently a lot these days. You had developed a small crush, just a small one on him, nothing too serious but you still got jealous whenever you see a girl obviously flirt with him, gorgeous girls too.
Obviously, others saw his perfection; everyone isn’t blind, no matter how much you wanted them to be. You weren’t gorgeous like them, or an agent either, you were the back crew; part of the people no one sees. You are the backstage department; he wouldn’t give you a second glance.
Tony noticed your slight crush and pushed you to say something, you obviously denied it, although after a while you couldn’t anymore but the thought of talking to Bucky was super scary.
He was Bucky Barnes, girls fawn over him everywhere he goes, why would he ever take an interest in you? You weren’t special, or brave, you were far from athletic also, you could use a few hours in the gym but you loved Netflix and chocolate; you were far from perfect and Bucky was perfect, too perfect.
It was the morning time, you needed your daily dosage of coffee to make it through the morning, you stupidly watched The Walking Dead last night and all you could think about was; who did Negan kill? Unfortunately, you’d have to wait until October to find out, as if you’d survive till then, you needed to know now!
You walked into the community kitchen, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight before you; Bucky Barnes sat at the breakfast bar, feet swinging back and forth, milk dribbling down his chin into his stubble and he was humming a tune. You frowned, he never really had breakfast, and well you never see him till midday.
He crunched on the cereal, Frosties that was also the tune he was humming too. His sock covered feet bashed lightly on the bar, his metal arm raising the spoon to his mouth, hair freshly washed and pulled back; he was on a mission for three days, no wonder he is up and eating, probably got back a few hours ago.
“Morning” he chimed, wiping his chin with the back of his metal hand, grinning lightly as you blushed and started to make coffee for yourself “mind grabbing another one?” he asked, you nodded back still turned to him, you grabbed the coffee pot and poured some shakily into his yellow mug and avoiding eye contact when doing so.
You put some toast in, awkwardly waiting for it to pop up, you grabbed some jam and a plate; Bucky was still eating his cereal, watching as you busied yourself and tried not to stare at him, he liked you and wanted to know why you avoided him.
Once your toast was done you hesitated, should you sit with him? What would you talk about? Does he want company? He nodded to the seat across from him, smiling as you nervously sat down, (H/C) hair covering your face.
“Sorry for ruining your smoothie” you nervously say, he raised his dark eyebrows, it had been almost three weeks since that incident and you chew nervously on your jam toast
“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) by the way” you mutter, Bucky nods, telling you he knows and that thought makes you nervous; he knew your name? Did he ask for it? Or did someone point you out? It goes into, comfortable? Silence, he was finishing his coffee as you ate your toast.
“Wanna… get lunch later?” Bucky asked, avoiding your eyes as he stared into his mug, you snapped your (E/C) eyes to him in mild shock, what do you say? Can you even speak English? What’s the right sentence for this, when you didn’t say anything Bucky looked at you, frowning as he saw you were having an internal battle with yourself
“I’ve liked you for a really long time, you never seemed interested, so, I’m taking a risk” he muttered and you nodded, wait? Not interested, you sputtered lightly before calming yourself.
“It’s the opposite, actually,” you tell him “You always have girls fawning after you, I assumed you weren’t looking for anything, or maybe you had someone and… I’m not exactly…” you trailed and Bucky frowned “I don’t have people lining up for me like you do and I’m not pretty or perfect, like some” you shrugged, not knowing what to say or tell him.
Bucky leant back slightly, he didn’t pin you as the insecure type, you were always laughing and joking with Wanda and Tony, he assumed you were pretty confident. He then realised you were confident around friends when it comes to this type of thing or yourself, you weren’t so keen on yourself and Bucky found that impossible since all he could do was think of you.
“Well, I think you’re really beautiful” Bucky shrugged, you blushed and nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips “and I am far from perfect, I’ve done some stuff, stuff I’m not proud of… to some good people.” You looked at Bucky who was smiling gently “besides, free food, who can turn down that?” he asked, you chuckled at him.
“Bribery, nice” you conclude, he nods lightly “you don’t need to bribe me; I’ll have lunch with you, I owe you a smoothie, actually” he grins and nod “also a shirt” you cringe, he chuckles and shrugs at you.
“I didn’t like that one anyway” he smiles at you, you nod, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you both go into another air of comfortable silence.
(This is what I was having trouble with, I almost stopped everything, I was so close to just being like… nope! Thanks to @5hundreddaysofsummer for giving me hilarious ideas, you really are my Bucky, I love you lots and lots. Thank you to the Kik gang who kept being kind, also, helping keeping me human; eating, sleeping and drinking, #parentavengers; you can still request; one shots and imagines - Rosalee)
wait, whats the seattle thing? i know nothing about this.
so back in 2007, ryan ross turned 21, and pete threw him a big birthday bash at his bar angels and kings in new york city.
ryan goes, his hot rockette girlfriend is there, there’s booze and cake, it’s a good time. but brendon isn’t 21 yet and can’t come into the club, so he wasn’t in new york.
ryan goes back to his girlfriend’s apartment with her and once she’s asleep, he literally goes straight to the airport and hops on a red-eye flight to seattle, washington, where he meets up with brendon, still wearing the clothes from his birthday party.
how do we know this? a fan ran into them and asked for a photo.
keltie wakes up with no ryan in sigh, ryan is off in seattle with brendon because brendon couldn’t come to his birthday party… #rydenwasreal2k15
“This is my room. There… there is no need for you to come in. I’ll be fine.”
“You sure? I can–”
“No. It’s alright.There is a guest room, right over there. It hasn’t been used in a while, but it should be clean enough to stay in. I think.”
“Hey, can’t be worse than a Colombian prison cell. Bet I’ll be just fine.”
“… Did I just hear you saying what I think I heard you–”
“We’ll, huh. Talk about it tomorrow. So, you sure you don’t need help?”
Ford shook his head, reaching for the handle of his bedroom’s door. He knew that if Stanley got even a glimpse of the cage he slept into he’d have questions - lots of them - and he simply didn’t have the strength to give him answers just yet. He needed rest and then… then he’d see.
“I’m fine. Goodnight, Stanley.”
Had he been less exhausted, perhaps Ford would have noticed how natural the words still came to his lips after so many years without uttering them. Had he turned, he’d have seen his brother’s worried frown fade and his face light up like a Christmas tree.
I guess if I saw you, a white person, drowning in a river, I guess I'm obligated to ignore you and let you drown cause you know, you are not a human being who deserves respect. Besides, as a black person, you drowning is not my problem. Keep thinking like that dude cause one day a black person will not GIVE A SHIT.
Is this what it looks like when they do give a shit?
Nkosi Thandiwe Atlanta, GA June 15 2011 During his testimony, Thandiwe said that his reason for even purchasing the gun he used in the shootings was to enforce beliefs he’d developed about white people during his later years as an anthropology major at the University of West Georgia. “I was trying to prove a point that Europeans had colonized the world, and as a result of that, we see a lot of evil today,” he said. “In terms of slavery, it was something that needed to be answered for. “I saw it as something that the black community hasn’t recovered from so my initial way to handle that was to spread information to help combat some of the ignorance that was in the black community about our history,” said Thandiwe. I was trying to spread the message of making white people mend.” He said the night before the shooting, he attended a so-called “Peace Party” intended to address his concerns about helping the black community find equal footing, but two white people were there. “I was upset,” Thandiwe said. “I was still upset Friday. I took the gun to work because I was still upset from Thursday night.” “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were trying to spread the message of making white people the enemy,” asked Assistant District Attorney Linda Dunikoski. “Yes,” replied Thandiwe. http://www.ajc.com/news/news/crime-law/thandiwe-admits-to-shooting-my-mind-was-blank/nWBB2/ http://www.ajc.com/news/news/crime-law/prosecution-calls-shooter-racist-juror-dismissed/nWB7S/ http://www.cbsatlanta.com/story/20816605/man-accused-of-murder-in-midtown-atlanta-parking-garage-takes-the-stand
Brian Nichols Atlanta, GA March 11-12, 2005 Brian G. Nichols considered himself a ‘soldier on a mission’ the day he terrorized a courthouse and a city with a gun, according to a law enforcement official who witnessed Nichols’ first statement to authorities. The official said Nichols, who was being tried in a rape case when Friday’s deadly shooting spree occurred, considered himself a wrongly accused man in a legal system unfair to African-Americans. Nichols said he was angry that many of the inmates around him were also black and he wondered how many were innocent. “He called it systematic slavery” the law enforcement official said. The defense also provided college papers written by Nichols that expressed Nichols’s belief that white people were involved in a conspiracy to eradicate the black race. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Nichols http://www.mensnewsdaily.com/archive/s/stix/2005/stix031605.htm http://www.amren.com/news/2005/03/brian_nichols_p/
Hastings Arthur Wise Aiken, SC September 5 1997 Psychiatrists testified Wise came back to the plant several weeks after he was fired because he was angry and felt he was a victim of racism. Wise was black and his victims were white. Wise felt he was a victim of racism all his life, vividly recalling how as a child he felt singled out because he was black when a 3-year-old white boy stepped on his foot. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hastings_Arthur_Wise
Colin Ferguson Long Island, NY December 7, 1993 Suffered from extreme paranoia centered around the feeling that white people were out to get him. At some point his paranoia pushed him into devising a plan of revenge. “Race was an obsession with him. There was a sense that one had that this was someone who could snap.”Ferguson spoke out against coexistence with whites and routinely made calls for violence and revolution. Ferguson regularly accused others around him of racism, even as the result of entirely unremarkable encounters. During one occasion, Ferguson complained that a white woman in the library shouted racial epithets at him after he asked her about a class assignment. An investigation concluded the incident never occurred. Later, Ferguson attended a symposium by a faculty member discussing her experiences in South Africa. Ferguson interrupted the professor by shouting, “We should be talking about the revolution in South Africa and how to get rid of the white people” and “Kill everybody white!” When students and teachers tried to quiet him, Ferguson started threatening them, repeatedly saying, “The black revolution will get you.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colin_Ferguson_%28mass_murderer%29
Mark Essex New Orleans, LA January 1-7, 1973 Essex testified, “I had begun to hate all white people.” He said he was only after white people. Essex said he was going to kill “just honkies”. After detectives identified Essex’s body, they searched his uptown apartment and discovered every inch of wall space was covered with racist graffiti. The words “hate” and “kill” were repeated over and over. Among Essex’s possessions were Muslim and Black Panther newspapers along with a well-worn copy of the book Black Rage by Doctors William H. Grier and Price M. Cobbs. Essex dropped a Pan-African flag onto the floor beside the bodies as he left. http://www.nola.com/175years/index.ssf/2011/12/1973_mark_essex_the_howard_joh.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Essex
Warnings: Lui. Daithi being a goddamn troll. FLUFF.
Notes: thanks to stetalbot for officially making me Daithi De Calibre trash.
“I still don’t know how you managed to get me to come here, Nogla.” Lui scoffed, crossing his arms against his chest and kicking his feet up onto the rough wooden railing he was leaning against. Nogla hummed quietly, turning and looking down at his best friend with his best goofy grin on his face and Lui just shook his head and looked out over the railing at the waves crashing against the shoreline, people laying out on the beach and swimming and soaking up the late-afternoon sun.
Had another amazing and successful painting night ! The band I follow had a Chinese new year bash at a local bar , thought it was only fitting I painted something beautiful in honor. 😊 Really pushing myself with nature lately, very proud !
One of the ideas I came up with at Lensblr a while back but it was never embraced by management, was to create a feature that actually performed a real critique of an artist’s submitted photograph. Not a no-holds-barred bashing mind you, nothing like that, but an honest, thoughtful, CONSTRUCTIVE discussion of what works and to a lesser degree what doesn’t in the submitted piece.
When I first created my blog some photographers, as you got to know them, would give you their opinions if you asked, but I don’t see that happening anymore and I feel that this is partly due to what I perceive is a fragmented/divided community. This may help to foster a more open interaction between photographers that is sorely missing on Tumblr these days.
My idea would work something like this:
Any photographer could submit a photo for review or critique.
We would create a staff (rotating pool of 10-15 established photographers) on tumblr acting as volunteers to critique each photo.
Each photograph reviewed would have 5 critics assigned to the photo. In theory very few pools would consist of the same 5 reviewers.
Each photographer assigned to a review or critique would have to represent very diverse genres/styles of photography.
We could incorporate select guest reviewers to augment the permanent ones.
Comments would be limited by each reviewer to a concise sentence or two.
Some reblog sites already make nice comments on each photo post but I personally find these to be rather meaningless and of course the difference between this practice and my idea is that, in the former example, the comments are un-invited and were not asked for.
I would really love to hear from photographers on this idea via tumblr mail please or email if you prefer. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Would any of you established photographers be interested in participating? We could start a brand new blog with it’s own url and build it from scratch but this would be the sole purpose of the blog to critique and to invite comments about photos but only from submitted works.
I believe there are a ton of new photographers on Tumblr (and even old ones) that would find this beneficial if it were strictly constructive as opposed to a destructive endeavor.
Feel free to reblog if you think this has merit.
What do you think? Would you be interested in joining?
Previously on Supernatural, Sam was kidnapped by this middle-aged dude who was looking for Dean:
Currently on Supernatural, it’s June 21, 2003.
A little boy wakes up to the sounds of someone being beaten. When he gets downstairs, he finds his father dead in a pool of his own blood. He looks up and sees Dean Winchester holding a bloody dagger, his visage smoothed by subtle CGI to make him look 24 again.
“That was the night that Dean Winchester murdered my father,” Cole says in the present day. He must have been so shaken by the event that it aged him 30 years in the span of 11, because holy crap, guy.
He’s narrating all of this to Sam, who is still his prisoner in the random abandoned barn from last week. Sam tries to reason with him, then just flat out tells him that there are actual, literal monsters out there. Naturally, Cole doesn’t believe him.
Meanwhile, in the nation’s least populous strip club, Dean is trying to persuade a dancer to let him fondle her for a hundred bucks. When she turns away, he makes a grab for her thigh. The bouncer tries to throw Dean out of there, but Dean beats the snot out of him. This is intercut with Cole and Sam having a screaming contest.
It’s a hard-fought battle, but Cole wins by a smidge. He doesn’t get long to gloat before his kid calls him. Sam sneaks out of there while Cole is on the phone.
Crowley catches up with Dean just as he’s leaving the strip club. Blah, blah, blah, Crowley wants to have a chat with him about his anger management issues.
Oh dear Christ we’re back to the World’s Most Boring Road Trip, starring Castiel and Hannah. She heals his wounds, like, how many hours after they’ve been driving around that way? Before they can get too far into another talk about What It Means to be Human, Castiel gets a call from Sam.
Once they’re on the road again, Hannah tries to convince Castiel that the Winchesters are a “bad influence” on him. Honey, mightier angels than you have tried to have this conversation with him. Naomi couldn’t even lobotomize him into changing his mind. He’s so bored, he actually falls asleep at the wheel and wrecks the car.
Well, that’s the story I’m going with, anyway.
Crowley and Dean take up a couple of bar stools at the Flamingo Lounge. Seriously? Also, there is a tiny red pitchfork in Crowley’s drink:
In case we hadn’t gotten the point by now, Crowley explains that Dean needs to kill now, thanks to the Mark. “Face it, darling, you’re an addict!” Ah, another drug addiction metaphor. Sigh.
Crowley proposes that Dean kill someone for him, like the cheating wife of some guy who just made a crossroads deal. But instead of killing the woman, Dean confronts the husband. He started cheating first, but he’s all, “It’s different when guys do it because science!” so Dean punches him in the mouth. Like, it’s okay to fondle strippers after they tell you to stop, but don’t spout shitty gender science for your own gain. Or something.
Then the guy calls Dean a “punk ass demon” and earns himself a First Blade right in the intestines.
Sam shows up at the strip club and shows the bouncer a CW promo pic of his male model brother.
Sam must be really off his game, because he doesn’t notice Cole following him.
Meanwhile, a kindly tow truck driver left Castiel and Hannah at her house while she drove into town for some new tires. The next morning, Castiel wakes up on the sofa with a little girl sitting next to him. Did the truck driver leave strangers with her kid? The girl tells him about a dream she had, where her snot exploded some stars.
The driver assumes that Hannah and Castiel are a couple, much to Hannah’s surprise. Calm down, girl. People are always assuming Sam and Dean are a couple, too.
Crowley is none too pleased to learn that Dean has killed his client and let the woman live. He’s even more displeased when Dean just up and knocks him on his ass. Crowley lectures Dean for not committing fully to his demonic nature, for clinging to human sympathy.
Dean makes vague but menacing threats, so Crowley breaks up with him on the spot. “It’s not me, it’s you,” he huffs. Dean decides not to kill him because Mark Sheppard is a regular now. I honestly can’t think of any other reason that the Winchesters haven’t killed Crowley a dozen times over by now.
Crowley then flits away to Sam and offers to hand over Dean’s location. You know, for a price, because that always ends well.
Hannah sneaks off to Heaven while Castiel is snoozing in the car. SWEET LUCIFER’S FLAMING BUTTHOLE she’s gone to see Metatron in jail. WHY. WHY IS HE STILL ALIVE? All right, I’m just gonna get through this.
She wants whatever leftovers he has of Castiel’s grace. He offers to give it to her, if she sets him free. He doesn’t even want to stay on Earth. “You pop that lock, I’ll give you Castiel’s grace, then scamper off to another planet!” He’s so full of crap, he should move to Uranus. And I’m using the old-school pronunciation, not the new one that keeps 12-year-olds from giggling in science class.
Then, because he’s not gross enough already, he makes some rude comments about how Hannah wants to be “dominated.” She reaches through the prison bars and bashes his head into the bars. Good.
Luckily, Castiel interrupts before she can accept Boogertron’s deal. He warns her that these kinds of things never end well. (Yeah, Sam.) He’d rather just die on his own terms. Metatron threatens to kill everyone once he gets out of prison. So Castiel takes out an angel blade and skewers him right through the face. No more Metatron. Never. He’s gone. I don’t care if it only happened in my head. I’m clinging to my version and you can’t make me stop.
Sam finds Dean at the Flamingo. He offers to “cure” Dean of his demonic ways, like they learned from Kevin’s translations once upon a time. Sam tries really hard to talk him into it.
But in the end, Dean declines. He’s still having too much fun with his own storyline.
That’s when Cole shows up, knocks Sam out again, and takes on Dean. “Do you remember me?” he asks. Uh, no, you’re literally a different person now. Dean humors him for quite a long time, letting him go on about his need for vengeance and so forth. Once the fight starts, it’s super fun because almost anywhere you pause it, it’s a Broadway musical number.
Cole manages to slice Dean’s face (no!), and then stares in horror as it quickly heals (yay!). “What are you?” he asks. “A demon,” Dean says, flashing his beady black eyes.
He decides to let Cole live, but he’s so distracted that he doesn’t hear Sammy clomping up behind him to throw some holy water in his face. While he’s flailing in pain, Sam slaps the magical handcuffs on him. Dean is super pissed about it, but there’s not much he can do but make angry faces and plot Sam’s demise.
While Dean sulks in the Impala’s back seat like a child who just got booted from school for misbehaving, Sam wraps things up with Crowley. This means he hands over the First Blade, which just seems like a bad idea for a lot of reasons. Crowley tosses a snarky little look of triumph at Dean, but then heads right back to the bar to reminisce.
As “Hey There Lonely Girl” plays on the jukebox, he stares wistfully at pictures of his time with Dean.
“Sir,” one of his minions says, “it’s time to move on.” Surprisingly, Crowley doesn’t kill him for witnessing his vulnerable moment.
On the drive home, Sam notices how dirty the Impala is. It probably smells like triplets, too. Nonetheless, he still thinks there’s hope for Dean. “You could’ve killed that guy but you didn’t,” he says. Dean says it wasn’t mercy. “That kid’s gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot, and that he couldn’t beat me.” (Meanwhile, Cole is at the nearest public library, researching demons.) Dean promises to do worse to Sam. Buzz off his hair? Replace his plaid with Hawaiian shirts? Poison the world’s salad supply? Whatever it is, Sam looks worried as hell as the end credits roll.
The Republican debate is beginning. I’ll be liveblogging on this post—refresh it for updates.
They all come out smiling a little. Ben Carson looks confused as usual. The other smiles are all thin-lipped, reptilian.
Moment of silence for Scalia. Everyone bows their head and looks down at the floor… except for Trump. Marco Rubio crosses himself. Maybe he’ll cry a little during the debate to try to show he’s not a robot.
Scalia question! Trump says Obama is going to replace Scalia and hopes Mitch McConnell can “delay delay delay”.
John Kasich takes the wussy approach and says he hopes Obama won’t replace Scalia, or will replace him with someone “everyone can agree on”. Fat chance. What a stupid-ass answer.
Ben Carson moans about people like me making nasty remarks about Scalia. Drifts off into vagueness.
Marco Rubio praises Scalia to the rafters, goes off on the Constitution and gets a big cheer. Non-substantive answer.
Jeb Bush talks about appointing someone with a proven record… thinks they can get someone with a “proven conservative record” like Scalia in as a replacement. To get that judge over Democratic opposition they’ll have to “fight fight fight”.
Ted Cruz gets in a weird pissing match with the moderator over a Supreme Court appointment date. Some of his supporters boo the moderator.
Foreign policy: who will kill more Muslims? The answers are so depressing I’m not even going to bother summarizing this section. Ben Carson drifts off as usual.
Trump and Jeb get into it with each other over Putin, who Trump likes more than Jeb. There are definitely some anti-Trumpers in the crowd… he’s getting booed as much as cheered.
Jeb is really excited! “I’m sick and tired of Barack Obama blaming my brother” “I’m sick and tired of Trump going after my family” “my dad is the greatest man alive” “my mom is the strongest woman I know”… Dang!
Trump is yelling “Well maybe your mom should run then! Your brother is a loser! Bush lied about WMDs in Iraq!”
Kasich says “this is just nuts”.
Marco Rubio pumps up George W. Bush. “He kept us safe!”
Trump: “how did he keep us safe when the World Trade Center came down?” HUGE BOOS FROM THE AUDIENCE
Marco Rubio: “The World Trade Center came down because Bill Clinton didn’t kill Osama bin Laden!”
Alright now we’re moving to economics. All of their solutions are ridiculous. Trump makes wild promises, bashes Mexicans and Asians. Cruz calls Trump a magic pixie dust waver and claims his own flat tax idea is going to fix everything… which is just as much magic pixie dust as Trump.
Mario Rubio talks about his child tax credit and helping parents. “The family is the most important institution in society”. This sort of natalism strikes me as creepy but gets big cheers from the audience.
Kasich is sounding like a moderate Democrat, talking about saving money while helping people. So of course he gets almost no response from the crowd.
Jeb Bush brings it back to bashing Obamacare. Cheers result.
Who will kill more immigrants? Who hates “amnesty” more? Another part that’s too depressing for me to summarize.
RUBIO AND CRUZ ARE SHANKING EACH OTHER. Cruz said Rubio went on Univision and supported amnesty “in Spanish”. Rubio says “I don’t know how Cruz knows that because he doesn’t speak Spanish!” Cruz gets pissed and yells at him in Spanish (I can tell his accent is not very fluid though). There’s a lot of interesting stuff about Republican Latinidad to unpack here. For a second the debate turned into a Miami Cuban bar fight.
Trump bashing Jeb, implying he’s weak on Latinxs because he’s married to one. Oooh. He’s methodically attacking every member of Jeb’s family, if the debate was longer he probably would have gone for the kids too.
Trump is going after Cruz now. “He’s a nasty man! He’s a nasty man!”
Lots of yelling “liar liar pants on fire” at each other. Man. This is rough.
Ben Carson is trying to pretend like he’s above it all.
John Kasich makes a strong appeal to his electability in the general election. Blue-collar Democrats are going to vote for him, he claims.
Trump promises to stop cussing so much. Let’s see how long that lasts.
More Jeb vs. Trump barking. “You went bankrupt!” “No you bankrupted Florida!”
WRAP UP TIME
Kasich invokes the Lord. He’s hoping to appeal to evangelical voters, who aren’t his natural constituency. Kasich “knows what the Lord wants”.
Carson invokes Stalin. Stalin wants America to fail—Carson wants it to succeed.
Jeb invokes pure fear. When the zombie apocalypse hurricane pandemic asteroid hits, who do you want as President? Him, obviously. He drops a mention of his “servant heart” to appeal to evangelicals.
Rubio invokes cats and dogs living together. “Wrong is considered right and right is considered wrong!” Rubio is going to turn things the right way around again. Gets the biggest cheers out of any candidate so far with an optimistic vision and a mention of defending Israel.
Cruz invokes the Constitution–his closing statement strikes me as a bit generic though. Not much talk of God, he doesn’t need to talk about God because he already has the evangelicals.
Trump says the same shit he always says. He’s only entertaining when he’s attacking other Republicans.
Well that was something.
Trump got a lot of boos going after the Bush family so hardcore and deviating substantially from conservative orthodoxy, but who knows if it will hurt him? He still has a twenty point lead in South Carolina.
Jeb fought back, but he had to spend so much time doing it that he still looked weak.
Cruz and Rubio really really really hate each other. But Rubio did pretty well tonight, so perhaps he’ll recover his position, at least until the next time he breaks down and panics.
Most people build wraith king like any other strength carry, armlet and such. But one thing most people overlook is how his passive lifesteal aura stacks with other lifesteal. With vlad’s and helm, he has a whopping 60% lifesteal. a 800 damage crit heals just over 400 hp. With that and aghanim’s scepter for stats and the teamfight, you’re giving teammates 45% lifesteal along with their own personal lifesteal devices.Your first life before ultimate should be spent with blademail to eat away at their health as they take you down. Power treads to start with, but if the game goes on longer than needed then the obvious upgrade to boots of travel. The optimal build you’ll have at the end of the game is BoT, Aghanim’s Scepter, Vladimir’s Offering, Satanic, Blademail, and a situational. Situational items could be HP giving items like heart, or attack speed items like Moon Shard. With heart you could survive longer and blademail is more effective on your first life, and helps you get through pesky clutch DoTs like Huskar’s spears or Necrophos’s aura. Moon Shard is to counter high attack speed heroes that dish out damage more than you can steal HP, vs Templar Assassin and such. A high magic reliant team could easily be countered with BKB, ie fighting Crystal Maiden or Earth Shaker. And always, there’s the chance of needing MKB for Phantom Assassin/any agility hero who may build Butterfly.
Starting items: Quelling Blade Shield and a Tango. You don’t really need a whole lot early game other than farm, and you may need to jungle, hence the quelling.
Core: Get power treads and start going to town on getting that Vladimir’s Offering. Then, eventually Helm of the Dominator. Aghanim’s is after the lifesteal, and when you get blademail depends on how badly you have the early game.
Extension: Upgrade that Helm to Satanic, Sell the Power Treads and get Boots of Travel, and then get an endgame item based on how you need to deal with their team.
Situational: Moon Shard: The attack speed with your 60% lifesteal keeps you going for longer, healing you exceptionally more with the more crits you get. Heart of Tarrasque: Huskar’s flame spears taking out the last tiny bit of your HP after you kill him? Nothing a tad more HP couldn’t fix. Moon Shard works better if you’re dying in the teamfight, but if DoT’s are getting you down afterwords then this is your item. Black King Bar: High damage support ultimates are aggravating all game. Crystal Maiden, Earth Shaker, Sandking and more can go chew on a rock once you get this monster. The strength+damage helps as well. Monkey King Bar: Mini bash, loads of damage, and true strike. If you’re winning really hard in teamfights but would like to hit harder, this is good. Other than that, for the obvious counter to evasion.
You need crits early for farm, so you could get two levels of that to start with. Your stun costs a lot of mana and just isn’t that rewarding, so we won’t get that too soon. Lifesteal will help you go through the jungle to get those high costing items that are just so rewarding in the lategame when you never die.
(Stun-1, Aura-2, Crit-3, Ultimate-4)
I’ve only recently starting using this build, but all three games I’ve played with it thus far allowed me to completely turn around games with the crippling amount of lifesteal there is in teamfights, along with the lingering wraiths keeping that second carry up along with time for the supports to keep using their increasingly overpowered stuns and such.