The majority of the Infinity War cast at D23! They showed a trailer but alas, it’s not for the public eye. Here’s the best description I could conjure (Note: I may upload a more revised version of the description once the hype dies down and I can breathe):
The Guardians are flying in the Milano and an unconcious Thor smacks into their windscreen. They bring him on board and Mantis wakes him up and he asks, “Who the hell are you guys?”
Then there’s quick flashes of Peter Parker on a school bus, Loki and the Tesseract, someone describing Thanos as, “Death follows him like a shadow”, the Collector’s gallery gets obliterated, a shot of Gamora crying, Spider-Man badly injured fighting Thanos, Thanos punching Iron-Man, Star Lord takes on Thanos with his guns, Captain America has a beard, Thanos rains meteors down on the Avengers, Groot still looks teen sized, new suit for Spidey and the return of Hulkbuster!
That’s all folks! I may have missed some things, and I may have seen some things incorrectly, so keep your eyes peeled for more info! Comic-con is next week so hopefully the trailer is released to the public by then
NOTE: Not all the cast is present in that picture, but don’t worry, the only missing characters that aren’t featured in the trailer are Ant-Man and the Wasp, which I predicted months ago. I believe they won’t be a part of the War until Avengers 4 2019 (after their own film in July 2018).
modern day dizzee is jaden smith so ion know what you want me to say but:
• he goes to art school but hates the idea of art being constrained by courses and curriculums
• wants to drop out and just work on his art to get his pieces in a gallery but knows that his father will beat his ass
• art hoe tumblr that’s all aesthetics and nice soft music
• loves the migos and the culture
• his IG? beautiful. everything is somehow the same soft earth tone color scheme and im jealous just thinking about it
• his twitter? nothing on it makes sense unless you’re drugged up and your chakras are aligned but he got hella followers so it don’t even matter
• his snapchat? he’s not on it too often but when he is it’s always thor, or him and thor, drawing, smoking, playing guitar, singing, playing with their dog, playing in thor’s hair, etc. he just loves his boyfriend
• oh yea him and thor met in art school because they kept interrupting their creative writing professor during the lesson to explain their thoughts on Dadaism and got kicked out the class
• they live in a decent enough tiny ass apartment and have a big ass dog that thinks it’s a puppy
• has a typically androgynous style. still identifies as a boy but is real fluid between femme and masc presentation
Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.
A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.
“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.
“How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.
“You know what I mean, jerk”
“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”
Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.
“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”
This fic idea was just floating around in my head for a while and I finally wrote it. It will probably be around four or five parts. Let me know what you think!
Part 1 // Maybe it’s You and Me? //
The museum was busy for a weekday, Claire thought. She would
know as she visited the museum at least once a month one her days off from the hospital. People bustled around her
in hushed whispers around the gallery, gazing at the art hanging on the walls.
Claire stood back from the cluster of people, readjusting her
sunglasses on the top of her head and squinting as the small text box next to the painting
instructed to do. Art was one of her favorite things, though she had no
creative ability whatsoever. Science was more her style, but that didn’t mean
she couldn’t spend her days admiring others’ labor of love.
Museums were quiet and evoked a sort of peace in her, she
had found. In contrast to the hectic ER, the museum juxtaposed the energy in
her professional life. She would get lost in a gallery, tracing the footsteps
of others and observing the other guests as much as the art on display.
Having been through all galleries three times, she decided
it was time for coffee. Black and strong. It was a treat she always looked forward to at the end of her visit. A nice place in the museum café, looking out at the
streets with a book for the next few hours.
She walked down the corridor leading to the main lobby of
the museum, pulling out her phone and glancing at the lock screen.
Just landed. Talk to
She typed out a quick response and pocketed the phone again.
Frank was on a trip to London for the weekend. He usually came along to museums
with her, though he preferred the historical museums more than the modern.
They had been dating for the past three years, and a little
part of Claire loathed to admit that she preferred going to the museum without
She loved Frank. She really did. He took care of her and
loved her, but Claire couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. Or was
she being unrealistic? They had a solid love, a comfortable partnership. Dependable. Frank
had mentioned marriage more than once, he being eight years older than her 28
years. He was ready, but she wasn’t.
Sighing, she glanced around the small café at the seats available
and sighed again when there was a man in a beanie sitting in her usual spot. She shrugged her jacket tight around her in frustration and moved to grab her coffee, all the while glaring at the face hidden in their laptop.
Grumbling to herself, she sat her purse on the table behind
her usual, hoping the man would leave soon so she could snag it. Her spot had the perfect natural lighting for
reading and the one she currently sat at was uncomfortably close to the rubbish
Cracking open her book, she began to lose herself once more
in “Wuthering Heights” and sipped her hot coffee.
Immersed in the world of Catherine and Heathcliff, she
neglected to notice her phone buzzing until it rang for probably the third
JAMIE FRASER flashed on her screen with the photo of them
together on the estate of his family’s home. She loved that picture. Faces
pressed together, smiles on their faces from the crazy wind whipping their hair
around, and the green valley in the background.
Quickly, she tapped the screen and held the phone up to her
“I was beginning to think ye were ignoring me.”
The sound of his voice made a ridiculous smile spread on her
face and her toes curl.
“No, not ignoring you. I was reading and didn’t hear the
phone,” she laughed. “What’s up?”
“Can’t a guy call his best friend?”
“Oh, I’m your best friend? I thought that was Ian?”
He laughed. She missed his laugh. “Ian’s my brother-in-law.
It doesn’t count.” He paused for a moment, “What are you doing?”
She glanced up and noticed the the man had left and her
table was vacant. Scrambling, she put the phone into the crook of her neck and
gathering her purse, coffee and book. “Just reading a little. Boring, you know
Triumphantly, she deposited her stuff on the table and
sighed as she sat down, settling in for another long haul. “What, are you coming home from the gym?”
He liked to call her on his way home after a work out to
pass the time and chat. Though, it was usually a lot earlier where he was. Time differences were a bitch.
“No. I’m rather annoyed though,” despite the statement, she
could hear him smiling.
“Oh, about what?” She inquired, taking a sip of her now cold
“This girl just stole my table,” he said with a huff.
She almost dropped her cup. Without being obvious, she
tried to scan the room. He’s not here, you’re being ridiculous, she thought to
herself, but still, her eyes searched.
“Well, go steal it back,” she said, a little breathless. She
hoped he didn’t hear it.
“Alright,” he laughed and simultaneously, she felt two hands
clamp onto her shoulders. The familiar feel of them meant she didn’t need to check, so she turned and threw herself into his arms.
He hummed into her hair, “Well, hello there,” he chucked,
wrapping his arms around her tight. She remembered how they felt when he held
her against his chest and when he carried her in his arms, and when he pinned
her down to the be–
“Happy to see me?” He interrupted her memories while
stepping back to look at her.
“Of course, but why aren’t you in America?”
She took a step back from his embrace with regret. His denim
jacket smelled like heaven and she wanted to breath in the scent all day until she got drunk off it.
“I just came for a visit. I’m heading to Lallybroch in a few
days, but I wanted to see you.”
An ear-to-ear smile spread on her face and she felt it flush. He smirked and wrapped an arm around her, grabbing her stuff off the
table and leading her towards the exit.
“Let’s go,” he said, his nose accidentally grazing her
Gathering her thoughts, she made a few inches of space between their bodies, shrugging out of his arm. Don’t get close, her brain warned. Not again. You won’t recover a second time.
~Five Years Earlier~
Tonight, the sky was lit with a smattering of stars that illuminated
the walk to the pub. The inside glowed like a snow globe, a little
bubble from the harsh Scottish weather. It would be cozy inside with multiple
fires burning and some good company.
It was Jamie’s 23rd birthday tonight and she was here was to help him ring in the new year of life, along with a few other
close friends from uni. It was also a premature goodbye party as graduation was
approaching fast and soon they would go their separate ways into the real
As she walked in, rubbing her gloved hands together and
sighing from the sudden embrace of warmth, she immediately felt eyes on her. She
didn’t need to look around from hanging her scarf and coat up to know that it
was Jamie’s eyes looking at her. She always knew what his gaze felt like. A
spark of adrenaline, warmth and awareness was the recipe and she found it
They had met as freshman and were close ever since. There had been an attraction since the beginning, but nothing ever happened between them. He was
her best friend and vise versa, but he had had a high school sweetheart, Laoghaire,
and he had dated her the first two years of uni. When they broke up –which everyone
saw coming– Claire had already been dating André, a transfer student from
Spain. Their relationship was rocky at best and lasted the better part of last
year, but quickly ended after he moved back to Spain.
But now, since the first time they had met, they were both
single. Though, Claire felt sure that friends was all they were destined to be.
“Ah, there she is! And late, who would have thought?”
Smiling, she shook her head and butted her shoulder against
Jamie as she took the vacant stool next to him. “You’re lucky I came at all,
bastard. I do have an exam in two days.”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her, which made her heart
skip, and wrapped an arm tight around her. He poured her a beer from the
pitcher the table had been sharing and raised a glass towards her. “Now, WE
“Ayes” were exclaimed around the table, from Rupert, who had already
looked drunk to Gellis, who looked more than annoyed with him, to Angus,
Willie and a few other faces ready to get pissed as Rupert was putting it.
“Cheers, birthday boy,” she clicked her glass against his.
“Cheers,” he murmured, not taking his piercing blue eyes off
hers as he took a sip.
Warmth pooled in her belly, but she fought it away with a
gulp of cold beer and enjoyed the rest of the night without any feelings
“SHE WANTED ME, MAN! BERDAAAAA! COME TO ME!” Rupert stumbled
drunkenly while Jamie and Angus tried to shuffle his huge body into a cab.
“She didna want ye, Rup,” Jamie struggle to say under his
weight. “She just wanted ye to leave her be. Yer drunk, man. You’re going home.”
Rupert glared at him while Angus got in the cab and pulled
on him with all his might. Between Jamie’s shoving and Angus’ pulling, Rupert
finally managed to get himself in.
Right before Jamie shut the door, Rupert pulled on his collar
while looking at me with a cocked eyebrow and whispered something to Jamie that
made him turn bright red.
Glancing away nervously, she pulled out her phone and
pretended to type something out while the door closed and started to drive
“Do ye want me to call you one, Sassenach?”
“Um,” she glanced up at him as he looked down at her. Damn
that poker face. She could never tell what he was thinking, but she hoped that
he couldn’t see through her glass face at that moment.
The wind whipped around them, chilly for May. She didn’t
want the night to end, to not see him again until next week after finals were
over. And then what? Where would they be?
Time seemed to be slipping away too fast for her to catch it
and it made her palms sweaty and her heart race.
He moved a step closer to her to block the wind while she
decided what to do next. She wasn’t drunk enough to say anything rash, but
maybe had just enough buzz to do something daring.
He rubbed a hand down her sweater to warm her. A friendly
gesture. Did he only see her as a friend?
Well, if he rejected her, she could just joke it off as her
having to much to drink tomorrow. Or she felt bad he had no one to kiss on his
“Claire, do you want me to –”
She cut off his question with her lips.
He jumped slightly as if the feel of her kiss was the last
thing he ever expected, ever imagined in that moment. He was motionless underneath
her hands. Still as a statue.
Gently, she released his top lip with the upmost reluctance,
stepping down and looking at his unreadable face.
She knew he could read her own face in that moment. Her eyes
were wide and lips parted still. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes watched the motion like a hawk.
Taking a step back even further, she pushed the hair from her
face and looked down at her feet.
“You don’t have to say anything, Jamie. I’m sorry,” she
stuttered and fumbled for her phone in her pocket while he still gawked at her.
“I’ll just,” she motioned back to the bar. “I’ll call a cab.”
She turned sharply and wondered if she should stumble to
make it seem like she was drunk for her alibi tomorrow.
“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, watching it form
a cloud in front of her. Caught up in her own humiliation, she didn’t hear his
footsteps until she felt his touch.
Before she realized what had happened, she found herself
against the cold brick of the bar, out of sight, in the dark with Jamie’s lips
pressed urgently against hers.
Gasping into his mouth, she did nothing as one arm snaked
around her waist to pull her body tight against his. She felt his other hand
weave into her hair, pushing her beanie off and gripped her hard. Her own hands
dangled at her side as his lips and tongue urged her mouth open to him.
He pulled back to look at her, gasping for breath as if he
had just run a marathon. His lips were red and swollen from her kisses, a curl
of red dangled in front of his face and his eyes were heartbreakingly blue. The
earlier mask was gone and all she saw was urgent hope. She had never seen him
“Are you drunk?” He asked, looking carefully into her eyes.
“No, are you?”
“No,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her
face, then cupping her cheek in his palm.
They starred at each other for a long beat, both unaware of
what to do next.
It’s time to be brave, Beauchamp.
She licked her lips again and took a deep breath. “Maybe you
can call that cab?”
He stared at her for a moment and then his eyes flickered
away from her as he shuffled his feet.
“Ok,” he cleared his throat and patted his pocket for his
phone, eyebrows drawn together in either confusion or disappointment. Maybe both.
She smiled a little and snagged a finger into one of his belt
loops, pulling him back against her. He jerked in surprise and look at her like
she was a puzzle he couldn’t find the missing piece to.
Graffiti, Rap, and Sexual Awakening: An Analysis of Dizzee Kipling
This was a paper written for a course I am taking in gender, sexuality, and media on how a character in television or film’s gender intersects with other identities. I chose Dizzee Kipling because he’s one of my faves from The Get Down and I felt this show does a really great job of exploring intersecting identities anyway. This analysis is about 8 pages in Word so if you read it, I totally love you! I’m really proud of this paper and had so much fun writing it!