I don’t think I ever expected anything like an Oscar ever, to tell you the truth. That is not my motivation when I do these roles. I really am motivated by being able to work with great people and create a body of work that I can look back and be proud of.- Leonardo DiCaprio
I really want like a crack-ish, dark humor sitcom that is just post-reveal Adrien and Gabriel (assuming that he is Hawkmoth) having to still live together and be a father and son while knowing that they’re arch nemeses.
G: Another late slip, Adrien? I did not send you to public school so that you could shirk off your studies and make a habit of being tardy.
A: Well I probably would’ve been on time to class if someone hadn’t launched an attack at four in the morning last night.
G: Watch your tongue, boy. I managed to wake up this morning to tend to my own duties just fine. And I thought superheroes didn’t make excuses…
A: And I thought super villains were actually supposed to be threatening…
A: Did you know that cats can catch and eat butterflies?
G: And you felt the need to inform me of this because…?
A: *flashes his ring* Just wanted to remind you.
A: Father, are you…why are you holding my hand?
G: ….I’m not.
A: It’s the middle of the night. Are you…are you staring at my ring?
G: Don’t be foolish, boy. I’m trying to steal it. Hopefully, this will circumvent any unnecessary theatrics that come from creating villains.
Princess Mononoke - Star Wars Episode VII Crossover
Kylo Ren: Look everyone! This is what the Dark Side looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! It’s eating me alive, and very soon now it will kill me. Fear and anger only make it grow faster!
General Hux: I’m getting a little bored of this curse of yours, Kylo. Let me just cut the damn thing off!
Poe: Finn! My little Flower!
Finn: Don’t you little flower me, you scared me half to death!
Finn: Why don’t you take off your mask? I bet you’re really handsome…
(Later, Kylo removes his mask while Finn’s not looking. Finn: Hey…! You’re not handsome, you’re GORGEOUS!!)
Luke as the Forest Spirit - everybody’s looking for him and he has no speaking lines.
Han: These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares. So you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn galaxy.
Not pictured - THAT’S NOT HOW THE FOREST SPIRIT WORKS!!!
Kylo: Reaches for Rey
Rey: Stabs Kylo
Kylo: Just keeps looking sad
Rey: Lets Kylo hug her.
This is 100% the fault of @futurerustfuture-dust who came up with the idea. Because who wouldn’t want to see the story of Ben Solo, Prince of his People, who has been cursed by the Dark Side and must now travel to the Western Reaches to see with eyes unclouded by hate?
Hiiiii , I wondered if you could do an imagine using 7 & 22 from the prompt list? Love you xx
You sighed as you came home from your date tonight – another bust. You had taken the liberty
of letting your friends set you up on blind dates and each one had been a
complete fail. Too narcissistic. Too much to fix. Too preoccupied on their phones. You wondered what Tom was doing –
not that he cared about what you were doing. He had made that pretty clear
“So, what are our
plans tonight?” You shook your head, getting up off the couch and stretching
out your limbs, groaning at the feeling of your muscles burning. “Night in?”
You smiled at him, shaking your head again.
“We can hangout when I
come back from my date tonight, if you want.” You yawned, picking up the remote
and turning the TV off. “What?” You saw Tom roll his eyes at the mention of another
“Nothing.” He got up,
picking up his jacket.
“Hey,” you stopped
him, your eyebrows pulling in, in confusion. “What’s wrong?” He sighed.
“Another date?” You shrugged,
nodding. “Why do you keep going on these stupid dates, they never work out.”
“Why are you so upset
about it? It’s just a date… it’s for fun.” Tom rolled his eyes again, slipping
his leather jacket on and walking toward the door, slightly pushing you out of
“Tom!” He ignored you,
walking out the door. You groaned, figuring you’d deal with it later. You
walked up the stairs and headed toward the restroom to take a shower.
And now here you were, about to take another shower to rid
you of how bad you felt – bad that you ditched Tom, bad that Tom probably hated
you right now and bad because you didn’t understand why he would. You were
halfway up the stairs when you heard a knock on the door. You sighed, slowly
climbing down the steps. “I’m coming!” You yelled, the knocking getting on your
nerves. “Tom?” You asked, confused. He was draped over your shoulder
immediately, and his breath hit you. How hadn’t you smelled the alcohol on his
breath as soon as you opened the door?
“I missed you,” he hiccupped slightly, smiling at you, “at
the party tonight.”
“Tom, did you drive here?” He shook his head, letting go of
you and wobbling his way toward the couch.
“Nope, I took an Uber. Left Haz with my keys. You think I’m
dumb?” He turned to plop himself on the couch, looking at you. “Is that why you
don’t want to date me?” You narrowed your eyes at him.
“What do you mean?” He smiled at you, sighing as he shook
his head. He leaned his head against the cushion, closing his eyes.
“I hate how much I
love you.” Your eyes widened as his remained closed, his breathing becoming
heavy. You thought he’d fallen asleep, his face looked relaxed. You walked up
to the couch, ready to drape a blanket over him, until he kept talking. “You
look so pretty – you’re too good for those guys, you know.” You looked at him,
his eyes open and looking at you now. “You’re too good for me, but I love you.
“Tom,” you whispered, he shook his head, leaning so he
rested his head against your lap.
“I wish you would choose
me. Even if it were just one time.” You whispered his name again, not
getting an answer from him. He’d fallen asleep this time. I’ll just have to speak to him about it in the morning, you
Tom groaned, rubbing his eyes and his head as he sat up,
taking a moment to register his surroundings. He realized he was in your house,
smelling the pancakes coming from the kitchen. He sighed, getting up and
sluggishly walking over toward your humming. “Morning.”
You turned around, smiling at him. “Take those,” you
instructed, pointing to the two aspirin that were set on the counter for him.
He grabbed them, chugging them down with some orange juice that was next to
them. “How do you feel?”
“Shitty,” he rasped out, “I’m sorry for bothering you last
night.” You shook your head.
“You didn’t.” You placed a prepared plate in front of him,
going back to fix yourself one. “Do you remember anything from last night?” He
shook his head, his mouth full and a little bit of syrup falling from the edge
of his mouth. You laughed lightly, reaching over to wipe it off with your thumb,
causing him to smile at you.
“Got another date tonight?” You shrugged, picking up your
fork and cutting a piece of the pancake off for yourself.
“Depends, you gonna ask me out on one?” Tom choked on his
food, immediately reaching for the orange juice and chugging it down, before
trying to catch his breath.
“What?” You looked at him, still calmly eating your food.
“I choose you, Tom.” He blushed – the memories from last night
flooding back to him. He looked down at his plate, smiling softly. “If you’ll
still have me.” He looked up at you suddenly, reaching his hand across the
table and grabbing yours, pulling it up to his lips and kissing the back of it.
Summary: AU where Reader is an FBI Agent and best friends with Detective Nat Romanoff. Everything changes when Bucky and the reader meet each other. Soon Nat has to decide what’s more important…her happiness or her best friend.
Characters: agent!reader x detective!bucky, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers x nurse!Sharon, Wanda x Vision, Pietro Maximoff (mentioned), Nick Fury (mentioned), and Peggy Carter (mentioned)
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or the characters involved. This is also an AU in which the Avengers are actually detectives.
Warnings: Swearing, talk of death, injuries, infertility by car accident, PTSD (mentioned), and ANGST with just a hint of fluff.
A/N: to hold you over till Sunday, April 23rd when I will be finished packing for home! Requests will be OPEN ON SUNDAY
Normally it should be one the happiest days to watch your best friend get married but for Natasha it was the exact opposite. You had been best friends since you were roommates during your police academy days having bonded as the daughters of former officers. When you went to different cities for jobs you had kept in contact and celebrated when Nat made detective and you worked your ass up into the FBI. She was so happy when you took your two weeks off following a botched operation landing you with a bullet to the shoulder.
During those two weeks you had met one of Nat’s co-workers and friend Bucky Barnes at a game night. It was held at Steve Rogers house in Brooklyn, he was a recently transferred detective from Bucky’s childhood, and Steve’s wife Sharon. Sharon was an ER nurse going back to school to become a Doctor. Nat had straight away invited you over not expecting to have you bond so well with everyone.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N-“
“Agent Y/L/M, dumbs.” Nat laughed poking you in the side. You giggled.