This line if anyone doesn’t know comes from Tony and Fury’s conversation during Age of Ultron. The conversation where Tony says that the vision Wanda gave him, is the future. He blames himself.
This is not just the end of the path the group started them on, Tony claims all responsibility. I started us on. This idea that Tony tries to push off the blame for his actions, is honestly baffling. Tony consistently accepts blame for other people’s actions.
Let’s go through some of the movies and see where Tony takes responsibility.
In Ironman 1 we see Tony Stark, talking with Yinsen in Afghanistan. He’s scaredd, confused, and in pain. Despite all of that, one of the first things he notices about his kidnappers, they have his weapon. Which he finds absolutely jarring because he only sells his weapons to the US military.
He is absolutely shocked that these terrorists have his weapons, because Obidiah was the one selling to them behind his back. However, he takes responsibility for his weapons getting in the wrong hands, and sets out to personally destroy every stockpile of weapons.
He took full responsibility for something that was not his fault.
What about Age of Ultron.
The entire movie in Captain America civil war, is Tony attempting to make up for what happened. Notice he again says my fault. He has taken every bit of blame, he doesn’t blame Wanda for what she did to him, or for what she did to help Ultron with his plan. He doesn’t blame Bruce for helping him study the scepter. He doesn’t blame Ultron because ultimately Ultron’s actions were his own, he was a sentient being. Tony takes all of the blame on his shoulders, and supports the accords as a way of preventing further tragedies like Ultron.
Tony consistently accepts blames for things he was only marginally connected to. Other people expect him to, and he gets blamed for the actions of others regularly.
This man blamed Tony Stark for the crimes Howard Stark committed against his father. Tony is expected to pay in blood for crimes that are not his own.
Or what about
Who after years of planning, and evil deeds blames Tony for all of it. A drunk celebrity said he would talk with him and then didn’t. I understand maybe Aldrich was devastated, and dealing with depression. However, his crimes are still his own, he still chose to commit them. He has had years to get a good therapist, he chose to develop a serum that kills people, and causes them to explode.
This is not Tony’s fault, this is Killain’s. He made the decision to be a villain.
Now let’s look at some of the other Avengers accepting responsibility for their actions.
Well, that doesn’t sound like accepting responsibility for unleashing the Hulk onto a city of innocent people, and completely disrupting Dr. Banner’s peace of mind. She has to have accepted blame at some point, Captain America wouldn’t let her get away with this type of thing, would he?
“She’s just a kid.” Oh, of course well at least he accepts responsibility for his own mistakes.
“Did you know?”
“I didn’t know it was him.”
“Don’t bullshit me Rogers, did you know?”
Well he admits that he hid the truth for years after having his own lie waved in his face, not exactly taking responsibility.
What about Clint, he’s well known for considering the consequences of his actions. Mr. Clint “They’re considered.” Barton.
Oh no wait here’s another example of someone breaking the law and then blaming Tony for their own crimes. Wow the Aldrich Killian parallel I never wanted to make with one of my favorite comic book characters.
Now, all of the original team Cap is guilty of refusing responsibility for their crimes. What about Natasha? While we haven’t seen much of her origin Story she is supposed to be known for clearing the red off her ledger, and while we never see her take blame for much in canon, I blame Marvel’s shitiness with female characters and screen time.
Or Bruce? Bruce is the only original Avenger we see taking blame for things other than Tony. He’ll take blame for any event the Hulk was involved in, that’s why he leaves at the end of AoU, because of Johannesburg. He still blames himself for breaking Harlem, despite the fight being necessary to protect people.
Tl:dr this idea that Tony never accepts responsibility is really baffling to me, because team Cap never seemed to accept responsibility for anything they did wrong. Whereas Tony is constantly accepting blame, and working to improve himself and the situation.
A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2
I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.
My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.
“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”
“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”
“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.
“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.
“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.
The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.
“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.
“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.
“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”
My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.
“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.
“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.
“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.
From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.
“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.
“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.
“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”
“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.
“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”
“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.
“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.
We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.
But he didn’t.
I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.
“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.
“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.
I took my phone and wrote him a message.
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.
I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.
I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.
“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.
“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.
“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”
“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.
“I cheated on you.”
My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.
“What did you say?”
“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”
“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.
“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.
“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”
I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.
Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.
“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”
“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.
“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”
I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.
The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.
“Let her go, you, monsters!” desperately he yelled. You were
unconscious and was tied to a chair while your torturers have come up with the
next bullying. Your torturers only maliciously laughed in answer, and one of
them, probably the main one mockingly asked
“ Did I hear right? The God of lies wants me to do what?” Loki
clenched teeth and muttered, “I’m not
asking. I require. And you pathetic mortal if you don’t do as I said-“
Bandit laughed, “Since when do you start
giving orders?” Loki couldn’t answer him because the chair on which you
were tied with a loud bang fell on the head of the leader. You shook the dirt
from yourself and busily asked, "Are
you okay? Natasha gathered all the necessary information, we can go”.
He went off from his cell and popped a question with care “Yes, I am but I wasn’t the one who was tortured. How are you?” You
smiled him “C’mon you can’t be serious! It
felt like tickling!” Loki was going to answer as sudden explosion nearby
startled you. “Nat, can you hear me?
Natasha where are you?” Natasha replied almost immediately, “don’t worry I’m fine, but the building
is mined, go out faster,” she barely said it as a series of deafening
explosions followed one after the other. One of the bombs was right under the
room where you were. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Loki held you in
his arms and covered you with his body. The explosion shook the whole building
and you are stuck under the rubble.
“Girl, just stay with me look at me” he screamed these words, but
the last blast deafened you and you lost consciousness. When you woke up you
were already in the craft. Loki still held you in his arms and stroked you
hair. You saw the bruises and gasped,
“Did it hurt?” “No, no it’s okay” he assured you. “Although I think you got more” “Did
it supposed to mean you are mortal so you are harmed more?” offended asked
you andhe laughed cheerfully and
mischievously replied “But you are
mortal. The most gorgeous and charming” and winked to you.
had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his
compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that
someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t
lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how
long it took.
had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use
some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would
probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never
got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad
every time I looked inside.
I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes,
after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with
the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew
girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.
couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last
one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag
so the next day he would have something.
didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty
simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we
all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.
few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I
loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next
weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.
day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period.
I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran
into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even
god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend
down to get the book that I made that person drop.
saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and
when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and
not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach
was so much nicer than all of them together.
worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.
I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked
putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that
I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added
walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.
he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my
face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share
my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely
kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who
wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.
thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started
walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the
first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.
I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again,
this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to
class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to
consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general,
even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it
was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the
reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time.
I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how
he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just
answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at
something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.
for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was
impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.
better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that
I saw in the blackboard.
means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the
answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this
we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked
looking at him again.
an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that
bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he
was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone
looked at me.
he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise
and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.
know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just
have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.
parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”
they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of
worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly
how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for
second period too.
do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”
do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel,
it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”
you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”
is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood
this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your
wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked
out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.
started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me;
I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.
everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.
what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because
we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the
sudden he’s worried about me.
just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he
sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside
me was completed and I just smiled widely.
really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”
remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted
to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when
I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.
you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was
exposed to a terrible danger.
looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the
fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing
with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really
I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t
don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I
was totally amazed.
this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“
he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts
“I promise you it’s nothing like that”
why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman
year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and
I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be
talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this,
get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not
like that, and you won’t regret it”
accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”
stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.
know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth
to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know
if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice
things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how
you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was
blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite
area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”
couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my
direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.
how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself
form the things he had said to me.
I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling
“and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in
bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”
could be anyone…”
what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said
laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”
are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.
what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure
about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that
maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you
have doubts, I just ask for one chance”
“Ok, I’ll go out with you”
I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I
wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.
expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it
was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think
my attempt was useless.
promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the
library? We are already really late to class anyways”
and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by
his side to the library.
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Every work will be reblogged on the @naruhinamonth - now week -
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All kind of contributions will be accepted. There is a lot of material to work with, but I’ve prepared
some panels from The Last - Naruto The Movie credits scenes
to color or redraw (you can color them digitally or traditionally,
just make sure to have a good scanner/camera
if you choose the latter) ↴
Creepy smile is creepy. Anyway, I wasn’t able to stick to the request fully but I did my best. Also, in my defence, I like the plot that I gave to Loki as a result. I feel it helps to stick to his character. If anything this is more like a Steve x Reader with Loki being heavily invested also. Plus, STEPHEN STRANGE CAMEO. Hope you all enjoy!
Prompt[s]: Could you write something where the reader is quiet and smart and quite nerdy and Loki slowly starts falling for her. And he has to like work hard to get her because reader isn’t just a push over who instantly has a crush on him when she meets him.
Iron Man soared through the sky.
“Where are we on those scans?” He asked, awaiting your response.
The headset Tony’d given you was thin and uncomfortable. You
adjusted the way it sat on your head and pulled the microphone closer to your
mouth. The screen in his lab flickered irritatingly.
“Sorry Mr Stark, but if you want things to move faster, I need better stuff.”
“You wanted to bring in your own
equipment,” Stark sniffed.
Steve slipped into the base of the building, quiet and
unseen, checking the area before speaking.
“Because you wouldn’t let her put that – what do you call it? Software? – Yeah,
her software on one of your machines.” Tony sniffed.
“I’m not about to let her install things on my machine until I find out what they
Like waves crashing over and over the shore, Jon heard Sansa’s words as soon as he saw Theon Greyjoy. Her words echoed inside the chambers of his heart, growing stronger, louder with every step he took towards Theon.
He remembered the way she had pitifully confessed this awful truth one quiet evening at Winterfell. Everyone had retired to their rooms, except for him and Sansa. They had started sharing a mug of ale every night, the only time they could talk without Northern Lords, Vale Knights and Free Folk demanding and requesting things from them: more grains, armors and weapons that they were still lacking, patches of land they can own.
Sometimes, a mug turns into two or three and tonight, they might have been on to their fourth. Jon had stopped counting. Sansa was sharing things with him. Her protective wall of silence that guarded her secrets had slowly come down and Jon had wished for nothing more, ever since they had retaken Winterfell back.
Her voice had been pained, but so terribly gentle, Jon felt as though he was being eviscerated by mere words. He didn’t think it was possible, but there it was. Her eyes were closed, lashes darkly matted by tears. Her small delicate hands clutching her grey dress into helpless fists, knuckles bone white.
“Ramsay made Theon watch.”
And Theon, damnn him to the deepest depths of hell, Theon just stood there and did nothing.
Jon had stopped mid drink, his blood going cold at the realization of what Sansa had just said. He slowly placed his mug on the table and felt his heart angrily twisting inside his chest.
“I’ll kill him. I swear, I will.” Jon had whispered fervently, his own hands itching for Longclaw. He was filled with the need for justice and sweet revenge, to inflict pain on someone who had sinned one too many times against his family. Theon betrayed Robb. Theon took Winterfell. Theon slaughtered the people of Winterfell. Theon watched as Sansa suffered.
Sansa had taken his hands then, her watery blue eyes beseeching, “But you musn’t, Jon.” He had vehemently shaken his head, this was something Sansa will not be able to talk him out of. He had decided. He will hunt down Theon. Whatever it takes, he will find him. He will make him suffer the way he had wanted Ramsay to suffer. Theon will die. His blood will be spilled over Winterfell. Jon will do it with his bare hands.
Sansa pulled him closer, too close, her hands cupping his jaw. “Ramsay had utterly, completely unmade Theon. He broke him, Jon. He turned him into Reek. He was Ramsay’s plaything and all the terrible things he did to me, he did it to Theon too. Theon suffered so much, he had forgotten who he was. He wasn’t himself anymore. And Ramsay kept him close, not just because he enjoyed tormenting him, but it was to remind me of what he can do to me. What he will do to me once I’ve given him heirs. I’ll be reduced to nothing but flesh that he could slowly cut away until there was nothing left of me. Do you think I couldn’t endure the pain and the humiliation? I could, Jon. I could close my eyes and disappear. Ramsay hated that, but he couldn’t control my mind. Not yet anyway. What scared me was Reek. I couldn’t imagine not being me anymore. I would rather die…”
He couldn’t bear the thought of any harm coming to Sansa. Not after everything that she had suffered already. His reaction to any threat, real or imagined, against Sansa was primal and raw and it had surprised him the first time, but now, he had learned to accept it as something that he will always feel. This need to protect her was the sole reason why he was still fighting. “Don’t ever say that.” Sansa opened her mouth but Jon grabbed her shoulders, “You will not die.”
“Of course I won’t.” Somehow, the pads of her fingers had started to run along his skin. Jon had to close his eyes and sigh at her touch. “As long as we’re in Winterfell, I’m safe. We’re both safe. But Theon will never have that. He doesn’t have a home. Not anymore. And he risked his life to get me to you.”
Jon hadn’t realized that they have drifted so painfully close to each other until he felt Sansa’s warm breath against his lips, that if he moved a fraction of an inch more, he would be able to kiss her cheeks or her jaw or the corner of her mouth. Jon swallowed hard, knowing he needed to pull away, but unable to. He let his head dip forward, so that their foreheads were touching.
“Promise me, Jon.” Sansa had entreated, flicking up her eyes at him, “promise me that we will never be anyone but who we are.”
And suddenly, Jon knew that they were no longer talking about Theon. “And who are we, Sansa?”
“We are…” Sansa paused to think, licking and then biting her lips, as though struggling to understand his question, as though trying to find an answer that will not condemn them. “We are the blood of father. And father killed because it was necessary, not because he can. We are not like our enemies, Jon.”
“Aye. We are not them.” And Jon understood.
And that is why Jon looked that way when he saw Theon and very nearly killed him on the spot with his bare hads.
It was around four-forty-five in the afternoon, and i was working in the graduate-assistant office when the phone rang. It was my mother, telling me that my father had already taken Joyce to Deaconess Hospital, only a few blocks from Marquette. I drove to the hospital immediately and discovered that Jeff had already been delivered. I went directly to Joce’s room and found her in bed, looking exhausted, of course, but also quite happy for the first time in many weeks. “You have a son,” she said. A few minutes later, I saw my son for the first time. He was in a small plastic bassinet, his body wrapped in a blue blanket. I could see him lying motionlessly on his side, eyes closed, sleeping quietly. I stared at him, astonished at how much he looked like me, how much I saw my own features, as if in miniature, in that tiny, pinkish face.
Joyce had said, “You have a son.” And so I did. A son I would later name for myself. Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer.
Jeffrey came home a few days later. One of his small legs was in a cast, a necessary orthopedic correction for a minor deformity, but otherwise, he was perfectly fine. Joyce held him gently in her arms, and as i drove all of us home, I could see his small eyes peering here and there, taking in the world for the first time. I often think of him in that initial innocence. I imagine the shapes he must have seen, the blur of moving colors, and as i recall him in his infancy, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of helpless dread. I consider his eyes, blinking softly, and then I remember all the horrors they will later see. I dwell on the small, pink hands, and in my mind i watch them grow larger and darker as i think about all that they will later do, of how stained they will become with the blood of others.