People: the aesthetic is good but gerard butler‘s voice/deformity and emmy can’t act and raoul’s hair and they took out this line right here and they’re speaking lines in the final lair and it’s overall a flawed —
Me, but *intensified* : BOY DO I LOVE THE 2004 PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
Anyone who is considering seeing La La Land (2016, Damien Chazelle), please do it is a genius musical that is much more then just a musical. It’s a beautiful story about following your dreams and how not everything you want is just given to you. Anyone who loves film can really appreciate the thought that has gone into each shot, even the first scene stands out from most movies. A majority of it has such profound undertones of how not everything works out the way you want it to but you have to just go with it and grow up. Anyone who sees this movie can relate to some aspect of it. It takes you to a place where you forget everything around you when you watch it, its magical.The awards it has won it clearly deserves. The acting is amazing, everyone knows that Emma and Ryan are amazing actors and the casting for this film is perfect they work so well together and the chemistry between them is uncanny. I highly suggest you see it, it will forever have a place as one of my favorite movies.
“Dear Claire, “What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I’d like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn’t, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
As my fist connected with the punching bag I felt a sense of
relief. I tried not to envision Bucky’s face over and over, but the truth was –
I had moved from heartbreak to anger after his behavior with Steve. My hands
ached slightly as I continued my work.
“You’re probably going to regret not taping those up,” Nat’s
voice floated quietly from behind me. I sighed heavily. Could no one in this
fucking tower leave me alone for two seconds? Running away was becoming a much
more desirable solution to my problems by the minute.
“What do you want, Nat?” I asked evenly as I continued to
maneuver around the punching bag.
“To talk,” she responded quietly.
I steadied the bag with my hands as I laughed. “Everyone in
this fucking tower seems to want to talk to me today, and you know what? I’m
just not in a very talkative mood if I’m going to be completely honest. And why
the fuck would you think I would want to talk to you?” I responded angrily as I
turned towards her.
“I’m sorry,” she said clearly and loudly. The response
disarmed me for a moment – I wasn’t planning on this being the conversation we
were going to have.
“Sorry for what?” I stuttered back as I flexed my aching
“For what I said about Barnes…. For what I said about you. I
was completely out of line.”
“It seemed like you didn’t care at the time,” I responded
bitterly. I wasn’t ready to kiss and make up with anyone – especially her.
“I was… I was cruel and I’m so sorry. I was hurt by what he
did, and I was angry at you which was unfair, but Y/N… he… Bucky loves you,”
she responded sincerely as she walked towards me. Her last words hit me so heavily
that I flinched at the sound of them.
“Did he put you up to this? Or are you just someone else that
is trying to speak on his behalf when he could obviously not give a damn?” I
asked bitterly as I crossed my arms in front of me.
“It’s your name,” she whispered.
“It’s your name he calls out in his sleep. Every night since
he’s gotten back.”
I bit my bottom lip nervously at this. “Have they been bad?”
I asked – my tone deflating with my anger.
“The worst I’ve seen in years,” she added as she sighed.
“Look…. Barnes – he may have trouble telling you… but it’s clear that he’s
terrified to lose you.”
“Thanks,” I muttered bitterly as I turned on my heel and headed
for the showers.
The rest of the day was luckily uneventful for the most
part. I had promised Wanda that I would take her shopping and she had held me
to that promise – cornering me as soon as I had exited the shower. For the most
part it was a happy distraction from an otherwise miserable day until she forced
me to go into Victoria’s Secret.
“Y/N, come on. Surely Barnes is a lingerie man?” Wanda asked
as she quirked an eyebrow up in question.
I laughed nervously. Bucky and I had only had sex once
before everything fell apart. I had no idea what kind of “man” he was nor did I
really care to think about it at the moment. “I don’t really know Wanda… I
“Oh come on – we’re here. You might as well look,” she
urged. I sighed internally. Why had I agreed to even come in the first place?
In the end it was at least better than awkwardly staring at Bucky through the
gaping hole in the wall of my bedroom.
“Fine,” I muttered bitterly as I snatched the black lingerie
set out of Wanda’s hands and stomped towards the dressing room.
As the elevator doors opened my nostrils were filled with
the smell of something delicious cooking. Wanda had dragged me around at least
half of the city throughout the day. My stomach growled at the smell. I was
ready to eat and sleep.
“Hey!” Sam called to us from the couch in the common room.
“You guys have fun?”
“Lots!” Wanda exclaimed as she walked quickly over to the
couch to show Sam everything she had found – of course he would feign interest
just for her. Sam had always had a soft spot for Wanda. I was determined to try
to quickly get to my room to deposit my own bags – especially the one holding
the lingerie that Wanda had demanded I buy.
“What about you, Y/N?” Sam called over. At the mention of my
name Bucky’s head peeked from around the corner leading to the kitchen – his eyes
immediately zoning in on the pink striped bag. He may have been a man out of
time, but he sure as hell was a man and knew immediately what the bag contained.
His faced became clouded with confusion as his eyes met mine. “Y/N?” Sam asked
again loudly – making me jump. I immediately blushed and caught a glimmer of
humor in Bucky’s eyes as I turned to Sam.
“Yeah it was fun,” I muttered as I quickly made my way back
to my room.
When I rejoined everyone they were making their way to the
“What’s for dinner? It smells amazing,” I asked Sam.
“Dunno – Barnes cooked it,” he shrugged. This peaked my
interest – typically Bucky was exempt from making meals unless he volunteered,
which he never did.
As we walked into the dinning room my breath hitched in my
throat. He had made the meal he had prepared on our first date – complete with
homemade breadsticks. I couldn’t help the small smile that spread across my
face. As I took in the room my eyes finally found Bucky’s the corners of which
crinkled subtly. It was clear by the look on his face that he had done this for
me. What Bucky failed at with words he excelled in by actions. We all sat around
the table and quickly set to forking food onto our plates. I sat next to Sam
and Steve again, but Bucky sat directly in front of me –always keeping his eyes
trained on me to assess my reactions. Everything about the meal was wonderful
and for the first time since my arrival I felt carefree.
“Y/N – Barnes, we’re keeping you off this mission. Everyone
leaves tomorrow morning so try not to break anything else,” Tony said
sardonically as he looked at Bucky. At this announcement I almost choked on my
“Everyone?” I asked.
“Yes everyone,” Tony replied matter-of-factly.
“Can I inquire as to why Bucky and I are the only two people
that aren’t needed on this mission?” I asked as I tried to keep the panic out
of my voice.
Tony shrugged at this. “Just see it as being able to spend
some quality time together. Also concerning the wall— perhaps we should just
remove it since you two are… you know,” Tony quirked an eyebrow at this. This
time I did choke – causing Bucky to look at me in surprise. This was obviously
Tony’s way of telling us to fix our shit because he wasn’t going to deal with
it anymore. “Anyways – what is everyone up for tonight? Other than watching The Hangover,” he added as Sam opened
his mouth to speak.
“Maybe we could watch Eternal
Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?” Bucky asked as he looked at me. Sam
immediately moaned at the suggestion and I elbowed him in the ribs.
“Come on Sam. It’s my favorite movie and we haven’t watched
it in forever!” I protested.
“Okay fine!” He whined in response.
“Well that’s settled then,” Tony announced as he rose from
I sat on the couch waiting for Bucky to turn up before we
started the movie. I felt like the day had made a dramatic shift for me. Each
of Bucky’s actions had been carefully calculated to show how much he cared
without crossing a line. I kept reminding myself that I still needed to be
cautious. It seemed like every time I let myself have a tender moment with him
something happened to further the hurt he had caused, but I couldn’t shake the
feeling that something was different. Maybe it was the meal or him offering up
my favorite movie to the group even though its story made him uncomfortable.
Maybe it was hearing what he told Steve as they argued this morning…. or maybe
it was Nat’s apology and revelation about the return of Bucky’s nightmares.
“You’re going to chew that thing off,” Bucky remarked as he
looked at me with an amused grin. I jumped at the sound of his voice – I had
been lost in thought waging my internal debate as I chewed on my bottom lip. He
chuckled softly to himself before handing me my favorite blanket. As he settled
down beside me I spread the blanket over both of us. He didn’t put his arm
around me this time— rather settling for placing his hand near my own. As the
movie started Bucky’s fingers curled lightly around my own causing me to wince.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered.
“It’s nothing,” I grimaced as I mentally kicked myself for not
taping my hands before practice. Bucky gently pulled my hand from under the
blanket and examined it closely. My knuckles were certainly bruised. After
shooting me a disapproving look he returned both of our hands back under the
blanket. His hand took mine and began to expertly and gently massage each
knuckle. I found his touch was still as intoxicating as the first time he had
laced his fingers with mine.
Suddenly the movie paused and I looked around confused.
Everyone was getting up to leave except for the two of us. “Where are you—” I
began to ask but Tony cut me off.
“We all have to be up in the early morning hours. We’re
going to call it a night, but you two should continue,” he said as a small
smile formed on his face. “Goodnight,” he added with a wave before strolling
out of the room. Everyone else said their goodnights and made their way to
their rooms leaving just Bucky and myself.
“This feels like a set up,” I snorted indignantly as I
stretched out on the couch. Bucky chuckled quietly at this. The tension between
us was still uneasy, but no longer explosive. “Should we finish the movie?” I
asked as I grabbed a pillow that Sam had tossed onto the floor and placed it
beside Bucky before laying down. “I know you hate it,” I added.
“I don’t hate it, and even if I did – I would do anything to
make you happy,” he replied, smiling sadly at me as he brushed the hair from my
face. When I looked into his eyes I wanted so badly to forget about the last
week, to forget about the things that we had both said and done that caused so
much hurt, to kiss him and tell him we would be okay, but I knew if things were
to ever improve we would have to have the talk that we had been skirting around
– even during our more explosive interactions. And now wasn’t the time.
“Okay then it’s settled,” I
responded with a grin as I grabbed the remote from where Tony had left it and hit play to
resume the movie.
Tags: (I hope this is everyone – this tag list is out of control, and I’m a hot mess bahaha)
Congratulations. You were able to repeat your accidental success. But you will need to know more than soup, if you are to survive in my kitchen, boy. Colette will be responsible for teaching
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“I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you; not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”