bitter show

anonymous asked:

Bitter Sunday prompt: Team Freeloader seeing that Tony Stark doesn't need them when they get back and yet they need him. But he's all out of fucks to give about them.

For some reason I feel like I keep being the hardest on Clint in these bitter posts and showing more understanding/regret/etc from Natasha and Steve, so I figured I’d mix it up and start this one with him. Because I genuinely like all the characters, I’m just very unhappy with some of their choices (and obviously Tony is my favourite and I’m by no means unbiased).

When Clint first gets off the plane back in his birth country he isn’t happy like he’s envisioned himself being for months. He’s dreamed so many times of this moment, but now that it is actually happening, there’s no relief. No excitement.

Only–he’s not sure what’s left or how to call it but it feels empty.

Seeing his family again goes not at all and exactly like he thought it would. Laura slaps him, though she’s crying to hard for it to truly hurt. Unlike when she twists away from him, avoids his touch, because that. That won’t ever not hurt. Lila is smiling at him, a tiny thing, like she’s not supposed to but can’t help herself. She’s clinging to Cooper’s hand, who’s glaring darkly in a not at all encouraging way. And there’s Nathaniel, the son that doesn’t even know him, just pats his mother’s cheek awkwardly in an attempt to stop her tears and–

Clint isn’t ashamed to say he flees. He doesn’t know what to do or say to make this better and he just…takes the easy way out. He moves back into the compound, away from the family he doesn’t quite know, only it’s not the same.

The compound has always been his home away from home, sometimes perhaps more so than it should have been. It’s different now though, hasn’t been the same since their return. At first Clint assumes he’s simply remembering things better than they actually were. With how often he’s been lying in Wakanda’s ridiculously idyllic gardens, dreaming of this place, it’s entirely possible after all.

Besides a lot of the things he notices in the beginning are small, easily forgotten. They just begin to pile up after a while.

Like the way Clint can’t remember the water ever having turned cold on him before–but maybe he’s just never showered long enough? Or the way their fridge ends up being empty more often than not and how their laundry just keeps piling up until Sam snaps and declares Saturday laundry day–and you better be there or else.

Then there is their battle gear. It’s starts with the clothes, which are good quality and the right size. But. They aren’t great quality and they aren’t tailored. And Clint wouldn’t have noticed this a few short years back, but now he does. Now he knows how it could be. Knows that the material doesn’t have to stick to his skin quite as uncomfortable, doesn’t have to limit his mobility just a slightest bit. It goes on with his weapons. The knifes that are decent but not perfectly designed for the kind of throwing he prefers. The arrows that are just arrows, are replaced after every fight but don’t suddenly appear out of thin air–and that is something Clint remembers well, the excitement when he used a new kind of arrow, uncertain of what to expect, the thrill of all the new possibilities once he realises what their purpose is–and he misses it.

The first time they’re out in the field again, they almost get killed. Sam is in the hospital for three weeks, Clint only barely escapes with a broken arm and a concussion. It’s not because they’ve forgotten how to fight, it’s because they’ve made a terrible, idiotic mistake that Clint wants to hit himself for even months later. 

Because for some inexplicable reason it hadn’t occurred to any of them that Iron Man wouldn’t join them. (He hadn’t been called on, they later learn, because the threat hadn’t been deemed that dangerous–and it wouldn’t have been, if only they had adjusted their strategy accordingly.)

The training Steve puts them through after that episode is rigorous but nobody dares to complain. And it doesn’t happen again, not on that grade, but Clint is a decent agent, he recognises that their efficiency isn’t what it was. He recognises what–who–is missing.

He finds himself watching Stark on TV sometimes now, during reports of attacks they haven’t been called in to handle–Stark’s not alone, Clint notices, and can’t put his finger on why that bothers him–interviews, even gossip channels. He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know when he’s stopped hurling insults designed to hurt at the screen, just that he did. 

It takes Clint three months to admit to himself that he misses Tony Stark. He doesn’t say it out loud, isn’t sure he ever will. He never asks the others about their thoughts on the billionaire either, though it’s no secret that Steve has been trying to patch things up–and has been insistently rebuffed with a polite distance Clint wouldn’t have believed Stark capable of if he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes.

He doesn’t reach out, doesn’t call the man. He could, he supposes, though the thought of having to apologise for some of the things he’s said in anger leaves a stale taste on his tongue. Clint has never been good at apologies. He’s much preferred that silent understanding he used to share with Tony–and maybe that’s part of the problem.

Either way it doesn’t matter because Stark is so far removed from them now, it’s hard to imagine they’ll ever be reunited again. He’s there occasionally, during battles, but they never even hear his voice, it’s always just FRIDAY on the comms. And contrary to Steve Clint can take a fucking hint. He isn’t going to run after the other man, he doesn’t want to.

Really.

And if he occasionally finds himself glaring at the TV where Stark and a masked Spiderman exchange jokes in front of the excited reporters, well, it’s not like he’s jealous or something. That would just be stupid.

It takes another thirteen weeks for Clint to admit to himself that the things he misses most about Stark aren’t the nice things he gave them, the money or the way he always seemed to know how to redirect the presses’ attention in a way that benefitted them. 

It’s the way Stark used to join him in the kitchen at ass crack in the morning sometimes, hand him a cup of hot chocolate and stare silently into nothingness, just to keep Clint company. It’s the way they used to watch Gilmore Girls together and constantly make references to the show, just to confuse Steve and piss him off. It’s the way Stark nodded off against Clint’s shoulder sometimes, after a particularly exhausting day, like he hadn’t been mind-controlled by a psychotic alien mere weeks ago.

Not that it matters anymore, now.

Staring unblinkingly at his ringing phone showcasing Laura’s number that Clint can’t bring himself to answer, he bitterly wonders to himself if maybe that’s why he was always going to follow Steve’s call at the drop of a hat–because he’s always been better at running rather than staying.


I’m not sure this is what you had in mind but I tried my best. The focus was supposed to be Clint’s friendship with Tony rather than the fallout from the Accords, and then things just got completely out of control *shrug*

  • <p> <b>dentist:</b> open up<p/><b>me:</b> well...okay. so not only does the narrative of Avatar: the Last Airbender continuously circle around themes of harmony and unity and balance, there are multiple examples throughout the show that support the idea of two opposites coming together to complement each other and ultimately bring balance to the world. Tui and La, Oma and Shu, the various parallels between Zuko's journey with his fatherlord vs. Zuko's journey with his uncle, the foils of Azula and Zuko's siblingship to Katara and Sokka's... not to mention the entire journey of the Avatar is all about bringing harmony and balance to the world. All these things considered, the importance and thematic possibility that a relationship between the last Southern Waterbender and the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation, each from wildly different upbringings (their relationship with their fathers) but still with similarities that bring about a sense of complete and absolute understanding (the loss of their mothers) would have not only completed the show's purpose of showing how two things, in this case two young people caught up in a war and each struggling with their own personal journeys, can ultimately come together to not only thrive (their complemented fighting styles) but also grow in drastic ways that serve to bring about maturity, kindness, selflessness, forgiveness and, as we see in the finale, unfaltering, devoted, unconditional love. The two of them, red and blue, fire and water, sun and moon, yin and yang, end up having a deeper connection and understanding of the other, and that is apparent in the way they tackle problems together, both offering their entire help to each other as a consequence of this absolute understanding (Zuko helping Katara find closure concerning her mother and Katara offering Zuko help when he's ashamed to see his uncle again). This also gives them complete acceptance of the other, as we see in Zuko's immediate acceptance of Katara as a bloodbender, and Katara as the only person that has been allowed to touch his scar. Their relationship development, which is a lot deeper than a simple enemies to friends to lovers trope (though that appeals to many) shows us how two people can fulfill that balance completely and wholly. Add to that the fact that Zutara was not canon and you are left with a tragic "almost" story that leaves you with very real feelings of regret and sorrow because of the way that this couple, canonically could have brought the war torn nations the same balance and peace with their devoted actions and that the people would see, through their example, that harmony was not only possible, it was beautiful and productive, and healthy. The possibilities that would be brought about by having these two characters come together would have not only opened up a world of important themes and the discussion of acceptance and love and the welcoming of differences, but it would have also allowed for a full blown exploration and self fulfilling of the show's thematic desires. Of balance. Of harmony. Of peace. Do you see what I mean??<p/><b>dentist:</b> you have five cavities<p/></p>
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anonymous asked:

I know nothing about Jrey but I already love him

Is the youngest of 7. The ace of the class. competitive and cocky, has a heart of gold. Is rivals with Coran, over both serious and silly stuff. Also he and Coran dated for awhile. 

rival bf

does anyone else feel like Legends is bad fanfiction being written by Guggenheim and Klemmer about the rest of the DC CWTV universe?

Title: Legends of Tomorrow

Summary: lol idk our faves all go time travelling together, making it up as we go but don’t expect any real consisency in the storyline

tags: time travel au, dctv AU, don’t like don’t read, no flames, major character death, OOC (i do what i want), hijinks, WIP, not beta read

I just really, really wanted more scenes in Teen Wolf that were soft, calm downtime scenes, to balance out all the GRR ARGH. 

The scene where Scott and Stiles were sitting on the couch watching a movie together, and Stiles brushed his fingers through Scott’s hair, a noogie turned gentle, so Scott retaliated with a tickle war. 

The scene where Lydia worked with Kira and Malia to go through their wardrobes to pick outfits for school, and ten minutes later they were mock sparring.

The scene with Liam and Hayden when they miraculously weren’t sucking face, but playing Fussball with Mason and Corey.

Noah in the cruiser with Chris, Ken, Alan and Jordan, “surveying a possible supernatural threat”: eating many different kinds of junk food with promises never to tell Stiles.

Melissa, Natalie and Noshiko swapping horror stories, recipes, and work tips, also eating many different kinds of junk food.

Malia and Liam’s dads meeting at the supermarket.

Quiet, sweet, short scenes that gave the sense that these characters had actual lives amidst the misery. 

I've watched all 13 episodes of Iron Fist to have receipts as to why it is terrible

- Danny Rand coming back and sitting on the doorstep of Joy saying it’s some ancient Buddhism practice to spill leaves and light incense = I’m a practicing Buddhist for 26 years and I have never done that or heard of anyone doing that?
- Finn Jones has the charisma of a gnat. He scoffs randomly and he acts like a belligerent child when he was suppose to be trained to be calm and collected trained by monks?
- Finn Jones’ ACTING ABILITY IS EITHER: a. Yelling real loud when angry B. Scoffing awkwardly C. whispering contemptuously D. Shaking erratically
- The characters’ motivations DON’T MAKE ANY SENSE??? IT ALSO TAKES DANNY RAND 13 EPISODES TO FIGURE OUT THE MEACHUMS DON’T CARE ABOUT HIM WHEN WE FIGURED IT OUT IN THE FIRST EPISODE? I know dramatic irony is a thing, but what???
- What is up with this version of The Hand? The Hand in DareDevil left murder, chaos, and dead bodies like no other; Iron Fist’s The Hand uses guns?? Trains teenagers from New York?? Bakuto was the most threatening, but he didn’t even compare at all???
- DANNY RAND needs to stop citing random “Asian” proverbs????
- Danny Rand is NOT an outsider, I mean yes, he was an outsider in K'un L'un, but he’s still a rich white dude from New York like??
- The martial arts scenes are UNINSPIRED and BORING. I was more enthralled by DareDevil!!
- It’s REALLY cheesy!!! Like the scene where Danny talks to Davos about how he saw the eagle and it was a *~SIGN??
- I’ve watched 13 episodes and I still don’t know why Colleen is even remotely attractive to this white dude who WOULDN’T LEAVE HER AND HER DOJO ALONE???
- CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW NUANCED IT WOULD'VE​ BEEN IF IT WAS AN ASIAN-AMERICAN GOING BACK TO HIS OWN COUNTRY AND THEN TO RETURN TO AMERICA TO FACE THIS KIND OF DUALITY OF CULTURES AND COME FACE TO FACE WITH THE IDEA OF BEING OTHER AND BEING THIS ASIAN-AMERICAN????? COMEEE ONNN

HIGHLIGHTS:
- Ward Meachum and Joy Meachum are really complex people and their relationship is great???
- Claire and Colleen Wing as BFFs and I need a whole series of them taking ragtag teenagers in and helping them
- Lewis Tan had more charisma and acting chops in the five minutes he was fighting Danny Rand ( I WAS KINDA ROOTING FOR HIM TO WIN OVER DANNY)
- Jeri Hogarth

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remember when sabrina posted this… yeah I still agree with her. and still don’t believe all that ‘you’re wearing my clothes’ 'maya turned into riley’ bullshit

Another thing that makes me extremely sad and angry is that no matter which role Sam tries to play within his own family, he cannot win.

Sam rebels against John because he doesn’t want to keep hunting forever, he wants a better future and a safe life? He is selfish and he should listen to Dean. Sam tries to make excuses for Mary’s behavior (Dean did the same with John tbh) and tries to keep peace (clumsily) between his mom and his brother? He is naive and he should listen to Dean.

Sam is always shown to be in the wrong dynamic and I’m sick of that, I’m sick of the narrative always being biased against him, I’m sick of seeing Sam being punished for trying to fit into in own family.

I’m fucking tired of this.

NORMAL couple after first time together: be all doe-eyed, touchy feely, little kisses at every chance, affectionate, dopey smiles, thinks the world made of pure sunshine for the next few months at least

Malec: No touchy. No kissy. Totally NO reference at ALL of their SUPPOSED to be precious first time. Let’s just forget we were on the way of falling in love deeply for the last one and a quarter season, okay? NO homo, dude! 

#Freeform / #Shadowhunters : Ofc we love malec. We will treat this couple as they deserve. We support #lgbtaq . We understand the importance of representation and to treat malec equally as any other couple. 

Fans: *looks into the camera like we’re on The Office*


#malec #shadowhunters