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The Seventh Wheel: A Case for Black Lion Lance

Alternatively titled: Lance Deserves The World Because He is My Son and I Love Him

Okay, so Shiro’s gone and someone’s gotta fill his big ass shoes. In the toss-up between him, Allura, and Keith, I’m going to be arguing in this post that Lance could be the guy to do it. And, fair warning, this is going to be ridiculously (like, ridiculously) long lmao so here’s the TL;DR right now: I think that a) Lance already shows the character traits of a good leader, and b) there’s a good chance of him becoming one, given his impending character arc. 

It also has a chance of not happening, of course, but who cares?? I already started writing this thing, so:

Alright, let’s begin at the beginning, because that’s always a good place to start.

Lance is first introduced to the audience as the classic loud, arrogant, goofy flirt. The perfect comic relief character. He rescues a guy because his “rival” was gonna do it first and he can’t have that, the first thing he does in the giant robot cat is fart, and he hits on a girl who just fell out of a pod in a magic castle. He’s there to make you laugh.

I can’t imagine anyone looking at a character like that and “You know what? This guy could be a leader.” Allura says it herself in episode 1. The black lion is supposed to be the decisive head of Voltron, a person who’s a natural born leader, who’s in control, and,

Basically, calm, collected, and respected. “A natural born leader.” So, definitely not Lance. Case closed.

But, not really. Because Lance actually is calm and collected. He’s just not respected. He has all the leadership traits– the problem is that he’s not treated as someone who could be a leader.

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Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.3

Still shocked from the total annihilation of our ship and half of our crew, whereas another one was grievously wounded and at death’s door, we retreatet into the field again.
That pitchblack winged avatar of doom wasn’t alone anymore. Hordes of them circled in the sky and stalked through the shredded pieces of our ship, scavenging the mortal remains of our crew, of our comrades, of our friends.
And there was nothing we could do about it. Even with full force, our weapons would barely harm even one of those sick bastards, let alone drive the whole flock away. So all we could do was accept, retreat and reconsider our situation - or going nuts, like Üprrkl, a Pjörecian scientist under command of Dr. Proaxl.
“We’re done for! We all gonna die! Abandon all hope, for there is no chance we’re gonna make it! Our ship - gone! Our supplies - gone! Our respiratory systems - at 35%! Our…”
It was my first mate Xato Nexgrra, who attended to him. Calmly he put his weapon away, crawled over to the shivering, babbling formerly rational man. He sat down before him, showed an understanding glimpse. And hit him full throttle with all fifteen of his whip like limbs right in his face.
“SHUT! THE HELL! UP!”
The scientist, completly taken by surprise, obeyed speechless while rubbing his left face knob.

Dr. Proaxl made a harrumphing noise - how exactly, without a throat, has kept me riddling ever since. I apologised to her.
“I’m afraid one of the ship operating squad under my command laid a hand - or fifteen - on one of your squad members. It shall not repeat.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t apologise. I wanted to thank you, Xato Nexgrra, for I would have slapped him myself if I had arms. It’s no help giving in to despair. We have to focus on surviving, and first in securing treatment for Loxxar Kraes. We were able to stop the bleeding for now, but he indeed won’t make it if we can’t prevent an inflammation of the wound and stop his pain. It’s at dangerous levels right now.”
“J-just leave me behind” coughed the wounded soldier, and it seemed to drain all virtue out of him.
“NO WAY!!!” I had to hold back an emotional shivering, for it was not my words alone, but nine out of ten of us said it in chorus, even the lower ranks went all out and ignored military discipline to decline his demand. Alone Üprrkl didn’t say anything and I didn’t care whether it wasn’t his opinion or he just had accepted to shut the hell up.
Loxxar Kraes barked stertorously and closed his eyes, but his mime told me he felt proud and gratefull of his men and the rest of us.

“Allright, we can’t stay here, we have to move to find shelter, maybe supplies or even medicine. The road is out of the question, those flying spawns of hell would tear us apart. That round fluffy thing from before was at least peaceful when we didn’t try to touch it’s food. So through the woods, it is. Praxx, Rae’krotar, you both carry Loxxar Kraes. Dr. Proaxl and her squad around you, and Xato Nexgrra at the back, Lsrl Krck and Koarl cover the sides, I’ll take the lead. I’d say we follow the course of the road, maybe we find the sentinent life form and can request their help. Weapons alltime at the ready! Let’s go!”

Our formation ranged carefully through the terrain. After some distance, Dr Proaxl closed op to me.
“Loxxar Kraes is a fine soldier. Not many could endure this level of pain that long. But we have to hurry.”
I didn’t answer, just grumbled for myself.
The doc’s nebulous body touched my arm and immediately her voice rang inside of my mind: “Do you believe it would be wise to force contact to this world’s inhabitants?”
Under normal circumstances, this violation of my personal space would be considered grievely rude both in military and social ways, and if this would be any other day, Dr. Proaxl would be the last person in the whole universe who would nonchalantly cross that line. But this was not normal, this was not every other day, and we were not a IFPS ship’s crew anymore, we were cast aways, brothers and sisters who shared a gruesome fate.
And I realised immediatly, she only asked me in mind so the others couldn’t hear it and fuel up their doubts and latent despair.
“Have we any other choice?” I thought.
I didn’t get an answer.

Time was against us, in more than one way. We all knew that Üprrkl had hit the nail on the head. And any stand - the IFPS’ standardized unit of time - brought us nearer to the end - of whatever it might be. We swapped our positions, so everyone had once to carry our wounded companion, but it did’t help the fact all of us grew hungry and tired and slowed down.

“Let’s rest. It’s no use if anyone of us broke down. 20 stands to regain some stamina.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have something to eat?” asked Koarl.
“I ain’t gonna touch those grains!” yelled Rae’krotar.
We had seen some shadows of what might be those fluffy round beasts or any other lifeform of this planet. But since those shadows didn’t bother to come closer to us, we had no mentionable encounter since the disaster with our ship. And we intended to keep it that way, so we took some detours to avoid getting too near to any scattered grains crossing our path.
“Guys…”
It was Üprrkl. Xato Nexgrra’s slapping had shut him up for quite the time, but eventually he started to murmur his “we gonna die, we gonna starve, we gona suffocate” again and no one had the virtue to slap him again - at least hard enough so it would have any effect. So we decided to ignore him.
“Guys!!!….”
“Just what the heck is your probl… oh.”
“Seems like we gonna be the food.”
Behind our backs, two glowing yellow eyes glanced through the long shadows of the streaks. As I could recall, they were even bigger than that winged black bastard’s ones, and both of them starred at us simultaniously, frontal. The black pupils were narrow slits, and in the cornea we could see our own reflections.
“Those eyes are aligned to create two overlapping fields of view, capable of exact depth perception. It’s a predator!” proclaimed Üprrkl. What an unnecessary piece of information. As if those fangs and claws wouldn’t be self-explanatory. The body of the creature, probaply even bigger than the black flying monsters, huddled up, not in a defending way, but to prepare for a jumping attack. Even if you could only assume the whole size - most of it was covered by the shadows - one could tell the attack was imminent.

Suddenly, the earth shattered.
“KI…KI…KI..HE…KI…KI…KI…” It was a deafening noise, followed by an earthquake. And another one. And another.
“Those are steps!” screamed Üprrkl. Oh I began to hate his constantly uttering of the obvious.
The monster ceased preparing his attack and looked up to the sky. Up to it’s full size and coming one step into the light, it was so frickin’ huge it could have swallod one of us at whole. But there was something even more frickin’ Xaleates damn huge bursting through the tops of the cultivated grass: A giant! A frickin’ gigantic giant! With a head taller than a mountain and limbs longer than our former ship’s supply tunnels, with five appendices at their ends, forming grotesk claws like parts of construction site vehicles.
“AH…THE…U…R…IT… TI… TO… GO… HO…”
The gigantic limb reached for the “smaller” monster’s neck and pulled it upwards. The “little” monsters hung like a sack, obviously devote to its unavoidable fate.
The giant lifted the monster to its breast and hold it firm, then it threw its glance onto us. Parallel eyes! A predator like nothing comparable in the universe!
“OH… IT… U…! I… SA… UR… SHI… CRA… AN… TRY… TO… HE… U… BUT… U… WE… GO…” growled the giant. We were to frightened to move just a single limb, let allone run away. Only Dr. Proaxl - who hadn’t limbs - could move. And she went straight up to the giant, levitating right to his head.
“No! Doctor!” I screamed, but she ignored me.
The giant stared at her with wide opened eyes, studiing its prey to the fullest.
Dr. Proaxl had now reached its head, passed the enormous jaw with teeth big like daggers, meant to crush anything between it. Then she went straight for a single prominent knob in the middle of the giant’s face - and touched it.
The pupils of the giant widened vastly as Dr. Proaxl entered its mind.
“Oh, what pleasant surprise!” her voice chimed down to us. “It’s this world’s  sentinent inhabitant. It’s willing to help us. And it’s a pup.”

ok but lets be real here…who fucking sat down…and said, “I’m going to take these well-respected authors that have made impact on history as we know it. And I’m going to make it a manga where they have super powers. One of them is going to be a detective which makes sense since he wrote detective novels. A few others are going to be detectives too. And then there’s going to be a mafia. Other well-respected authors are going to be in this mafia. And we’re gonna throw in some American authors, too, who will come flying in on a mechanical whale. And then there’s gonna be a war. Oh yeah and they’re all going to be hot and gay.”

tl dr; who looks at a bunch of deceased authors and draws “mafia”, “detectives” and “super powers” from them


“…and I handed [Roddenberry] my resignation that I’d written out. And he took it, and he just, and I finally laid it on the desk and he looked at it and he said ‘Take the weekend, Nichelle’, 'cause that’s how I know it was either Thursday or Friday, and he says 'and think about it. And if you feel the same way the beginning of next week, if you still feel that way, think about this. It’s more than you think it is. Just think about it, and if you still want to go on by Monday morning, then… go with my blessings.’ And he took the resignation, and he stuck it in his desk drawer. And I said 'Thanks Gene.’ and I skipped out of there, that went better than I thought. And as fate would have it, I’ve always used this word because I believe in fate, I believe it was fated, I was to be a celebrity guest at some fundraising thing in Beverly Hills…And so I went to do this on that Saturday night, and I had just been taken to the deus and been sat down when the organizer came over and said, 'Miss Nichols, …listen, there’s someone here who said he is your biggest fan, …and he’s desperate to meet you… really want’s to meet you.’ And I said, 'Oh, thank you’… And I stand up and I turn and I’m thinking, 'It’s a Star Trek fan. He said a Star Trek fan. I’m looking for a young man who’s a Star Trek fan.’ I turn, and instead of a fan, there’s this face the world knows with this beautiful smile on it. And I remember thinking, 'Whoever that fan is, is gonna have to wait because Dr. King, Dr. Martin Luther King, my leader, is walking toward me, at not ten feet away, with a beautiful smile on his face.’ And then, this man says, 'Yes, Miss Nichols, I am that fan, I am your best fan, your greatest fan. And my family are your greatest fans. As a matter of fact, this is the only show on television that my wife Coretta and I will allow our little children to watch, to stay up and watch because it’s on past their bedtime.’ And I said, {mouths words}, and that was all I was able to say, my mouth just opened and closed. He said, 'We admire you greatly, you know.’ And he said some more things and 'the manner in which you’ve created this role has dignity’ and so forth… I said, 'Dr. King, thank you so much.’ And then I got the courage to say, 'and I really am going to miss my co-stars.’ And he said, 'What do you mean?’ Dead serious. 'What are you talking about?’ I said, 'Well, I’ve had an off-’ …going to say 'have an offer to star in’. I never got that far… He said, 'You cannot. You cannot.’ And I felt like that little boy Willis, 'Whatcha talkin’ 'bout, Willis?’, but you know I didn’t say that, but I was taken aback. And I didn’t say anything, I just looked at him. He said, 'Don’t you understand what this man has achieved?’ …and I thought deja vu all over again. I just looked at him. He said, 'For the first time on television we will be seen as we should be seen, every day. As intelligent, quality, beautiful, people who can sing, dance, …but who can go into space, who can be lawyers, who can be teachers, who can be prof- who are in this day, and yet you don’t see it on television? Until now.’ And he went on, so many of the things, perhaps some of the things he said, but I could say nothing, I just stood there, realizing every word that he was saying was the truth. And he said, 'If you leave, Nichelle, Gene Roddenberry has opened a door for the world to see us, if you leave, that door can be closed because you see, your role is not a black role, and it’s not a female role. He can fill it with anything including an alien.’ And at that moment, the world tilted for me, and I knew then I didn’t want to know it, 'cause I was going to go through some more turmoil for the rest of the week, but I knew that I was something else, that the world was not the same. And that’s all I could think of as Dr. King, everything that he had said, 'the world sees us for the first time as we should be seen.’ And I remember being angry come Sunday or whatever, 'Why me? Why should I have to-?’ Whatever happened, Monday morning I went to Gene, and I’m not sure to this day if I knew what I was going to say. He’s sitting behind that same danged desk, and he had whoever he was talking to had to leave 'cause I wasn’t there first, and I said, 'Gene, …if you still want me to stay, I’ll stay. I have to.’ And he opened his drawer, and he looked up at me and said, 'God bless Dr. Martin Luther King, somebody knows where I’m coming from.’ And he took out my resignation, which was torn into a hundred pieces, and handed me the pile, and we just stood there looking at each other, and I finally said, 'Thank you, Gene.’ And he said, 'Thank you, Nichelle.’ and my life’s never been the same since, and I’ve never looked back, I’ve never regretted it because I understood the universe had somehow, that universal mind had somehow put me there. And we have choices, are we going to walk down this road, or are we going to walk down the other? And it was the right road for me.”

-Nichelle Nichols, Archive of American Television

With All My Heart - Part 1

Word Count: 1922

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals 

A/N: There will be no separate taglist for this series. For all updates, turn on post notifications for @torn-and-frayed-writes

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Five hours for one stupid mishap. Jensen couldn’t believe his own stupidity. One minute he was cutting vegetables to make himself dinner, the next the knife slipped and he’d damn near cut his own thumb off. He knew it would need at least a few stitches so instead of calling Jared and listening to the teasing forever, he wrapped it up and drove himself to the hospital where he sat for five hours before finally getting seen.

He was on his way out when he saw you waiting to check in. You didn’t look great; pale, sweaty, slightly shaky. You took a breath and he saw your eyes roll back. He knew the look and he sped into action, catching you as you collapsed, stopping you from hitting the ground. “Can I get some help?” Jensen yelled. “She just passed out!”

“What happened?” A group of nurses and a doctor rushed out with a gurney, taking you from Jensen and lying you down. “Did you bring her in?”

“No.” Jensen shook his head. “I was on my way out and I saw her about to faint. I caught her. I have no idea who she is. She’s burning up though.”

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fuck cringe culture honestly. people having innocent fun making sonic and naruto ocs and role playing as their favorite homestuck or wearing dr who shirts will always be cooler than those who try to ‘act cool’ by shaming them. Plus some of em are children or beginner artists like cmon.

If you love something and you want to publicly express it in a non-harmful way than I think everyone else should be supportive and encouraging because those kinds of creative expressions are amazing and unique. 

passion beats cynicism every time.

like fuck im gonna make a sonic oc right now

this is Gust the Crow. he has to wear velcros because he doesnt have fingers

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 12 ❤️


Bucky Barnes knows pain.

He felt it whenever he fell from the train that fateful day. He felt it when he woke in the lab, his left shoulder searing with pain as they connected the metal limb into the flesh. He felt it when he spent countless days and nights being brainwashed over and over until he couldn’t remember his own name. He felt it whenever he was forced to murder countless of innocent people. He knew pain.

But he never experienced anything like this.

Dr. Strange had finally made it down to the maternity wing as soon as your heart stopped, and immediately, he ordered for a defibrillators and for you to be wheeled to another room immediately. Pepper, while holding your son, was rushed out of the room.

Bucky was completely still as he stared down at your body. You looked as if you were sleeping, just like you used to do next to him every night. But one look at your chest, he could see that you weren’t breathing, far from it. He gently reached forward and grasped your hand in his, running his thumb along your hand. You felt warm, just like you always did. How was this happening?

“Mr. Barnes,” Dr. Strange placed and hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid we’re going to need you to step outside so we can try and revive her.”

“Bucky,” Chloe whispered, gently rocking your daughter. “Your children need you. You have to be strong for them now.”

With a single nod, he let go of your hand. Chloe set your daughter into his arms, positioning her head correctly and guiding him to the door.


“I-I’m sorry?” Tony perplexed, his eyes widening as he replayed Pepper’s words in his mind.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Pepper sobbed, earning a small cry from the baby boy in her hands. She gently bounced him in her arms, sniffling. “One minute she was perfectly fine and the next….she just….”

Tony let out a huff of air, trying to ease the ache in his chest. No…this wasn’t happening. This was not happening. Maybe he was just hallucinating everything and this was just a giant nightmare. You would be right by his side when he woke up.

He bent downwards, placing his hands on his knees. He did just like his therapist said. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. But for some reason that wasn’t working this time. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of his heartbeat.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Peter asked, his eyes glazing with tears. He was practically trembling as he stared at Pepper for any answers.

By now the entire team was there, with the exception of Bruce, who was set on getting back there and talking to Dr. Strange about helping.

Everyone’s quiet chit chat suddenly came to a halt when Bucky entered the waiting room, his newborn baby girl in his arms. She opened her eyes, starring up at him. That was all it took before the tears began falling down his face.

“Buck…” Steve spoke, making his way towards his best friend. He reached his hand forward, gently running his fingers along your daughter’s little curls. She looked exactly like Bucky, from his nose down to his facial structure. She was literally a little copy of her father.

“Is she…” Steve was afraid to finish that sentence. He’s witnessed his friend experience suffering for so long, he couldn’t bear the thought of him going through this all over again, although he wouldn’t be alone, Bucky couldn’t do this without you.

He needed you.


The nurses scurried around Dr. Strange like a mountain of ants.

He ordered for immediate revival, which meant he had about another half minute to get the defibrillators on your body. He hastily plugged in the machine and turned the knobs with precision.

You were paler than before, but nowhere near where you should be. He’s only dealt with one other delta woman in his life and that was a woman in another country. But he dedicated his entire free time to research, and he knew exactly what you needed. It wasn’t by any means ethical at all, but if it came down to it, he’d gladly risk it.

The thunder outside shook the building as he grabbed ahold of the defibrillators and pressed the small red button. The high pitched veering  sound could be heard as he rubbed the paddles together.

“And we’re clear!” Chloe said, nodding at him.

Wasting no time, he pressed the paddles down onto your chest, sending a wave of electricity though your body.

Nothing.

“Alright, take it to a hundred watts this time!” He exclaimed, rubbing the paddles together. “C’mon, Y/N,” he whispered. “Come back to us.”

“Clear!”

He placed the paddles back onto your chest, but right as he did, a loud clap of thunder shook the entire building.

Causing the entire building’s electricity to collapse.


Pepper shushed the baby boy in her arms quietly, gently bouncing him in her arms. What was going on? The forecast showed a zero percent chance of rain today, so how on earth was it storming? Thor was away in Asgard at the time, something to do with his brother Loki. So this wasn’t his doing.

The entire room plummeted into darkness, causing everyone to go into a slight panic.

“Everyone chill out,” Tony spoke, digging into the pocket of his blazer. He pulled out a small, sphere like machine and placed it on the floor. Immediately, the room lit up.

“What is that?” Wanda asked, staring at it curiously. Everyone crowded around it as Tony bent down in front of it.

“This here is Tinker Belle,” he explained, patting the little ball as it shined. “She’s like a little handy helper in case things go downhill.”

The sounds of a baby crying caused everyone to jump. Sharon cooed at your daughter, who was fidgeting wildly in her grasp, her face in a scowl of displeasure. She was going to be a force of nature when she got older.

Bucky immediately made his way over to the woman and gently tucked his daughter into his arms. Her cries ceased as soon as she felt him, nuzzling her little head into his chest and dozing off.

When he glanced upwards, he found that everyone was staring over at him, knowing smiles on their faces.

Tony would never say it out loud, but…man, he would give anything for his father to look at him like that.


Dr. Strange looked down at his watch frantically. 

Thirty seconds.

You had thirty seconds left before it would be far too late for you. Seeing as that most of the nurses had rushed to the basement, in search of the generator, he figured it was now or never. 

He slid off his gloves and threw them to the side. 

“Chloe,” he chimed, looking in her direction. 

Chloe jumped, turning around to face him. “Sir?”

“What I’m about to do, is probably highly illegal and unsafe. But if it saves Ms. Barnes’ life, I’m more than willing to take that chance. But, I’m going to need your full discretion. Understood?” 

Chloe frowned, her eyes widening like saucers. What was he talking about?

“Sir, I’m afriad I don’t understa- OH MY GOD!”

Blinding emerald light filled the room as he grabbed ahold of the paddles and rubbed them together. As he rubbed them, small green sparks emitted from the defibrillators. He looked back down at his watch. 

Seven seconds. 

With all the hope in the world, he placed the paddles onto your chest. 


Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the bright sunlight that peaked through the curtains. Everything ached, from your head to your toes. Especially your stomach. 

Wait.

You trailed your hands down your hospital gown until they were resting on your stomach. 

Your now normal sized stomach. 

You gasped, lifting the gown up to your chin, peering down at your body. What was going on? The last thing you remembered was being wheeled into the maternity wing. Oh god. 

Did you…did you miscarry?

“Doll?” you jumped at the deep voice beside you. 

“Bucky!” you cried, feeling the tears pool around your eyes. You had absolutely no memory of what happened, but you knew he would. 

In an instant, you felt his arms gathering you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in his amazing scent. Immediately you felt all the anxiety leave you. 

“I…I honestly thought I lost you.” He whispered, pressing his face into your hair. You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. 

“What do you mean? Did something happen? Where is the baby?” You began panicking once again. Why wasn’t he here with the baby? Was she okay? Was she really a girl like Remy said? 

Bucky let out a small chuckle, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand. You leaned into the touch, nuzzling your head into his palm. 

“They’re just fine, doll.” he assured you, his eyes searching your face. 

Your eyes immediately snapped open. 

“They?” You sputtered, frowning in confusion. 

He beamed before pulling away from you, much to your dismay. He made his way over to the door and opened it, revealing a very excited Pepper and Tony.

Along with a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket and a little baby in a similar pink blanket. 

You covered your mouth, your eyes filled with tears. Twins? How didn’t you notice before? How did Remy not see it? 

You held out your arms, making little grabby hands at your two children. They both made their way towards you, each of them meeting you on opposite sides of the bed. Tony placed your baby girl in your right arm, while Pepper placed your baby boy in your left arm.

As if on cue, they both opened their eyes at the same time and peered up at their mother. 

“I can’t believe I’m a grandpa now.” Tony sniffled with a smile, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. You let out a sniffle of your own as you peered back down at your children. 

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Pepper asked, wiping away tears of her own. 

“Bucky really likes Isabel,” you chimed, looking over at your husband. He leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“Isabel is perfect,” she smiled. “And the middle name.” 

You paused for a second, looking down at little Isabel. She smiled a toothless smile as she stared at her two parents. 

“Rebecca is pretty,” you offered, looking up at Bucky. He smiled, his eyes watering with tears. 

“That’s perfect.” he says, running a hand down Isabel’s chubby little cheek. 

“I’m not saying you should, but uh…I’ve always liked the name Franci-”

“I’m not naming my son Francisco, Tony!” you exclaimed, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Y/N here already picked out Noah James, which I think fits him perfectly.” Bucky chimed in, planting a kiss on his son’s head. Noah giggled, making grabby hands at his father. 

“So Noah James and Isabel Rebecca, those sound like perfect names to be my successors! I can’t wait to build them little Iron Man suits!”

“There’s no way you’re putting my little angels in one of those things, Stark.” Pepper stuck her tongue out at him this time, earning a playful dramatic gasp from Tony. 

You and Bucky watched as the two bickered with each other. 

Bucky slid his arm around you. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, peering down at you. 

You looked up at your husband, a grin on your face. 

“Yes, alpha?” 

“I love you,” he says, and you can feel the love in those words. 

“I love you, too.” you reply, craning your neck upwards until you can press a small kiss onto his lips. 

“To the moon and back?”

“To the moon and back, doll.” 


-Fin!  ❤️ 

GUYS THIS ISN’T THE END! WE STILL HAVE THE EPILOGUE HAHA! :’D

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Worth The Fight

Summary: A life threatening encounter finally brings you and Dean to the realisation that you’re better off together than you are apart.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: + 3k

Warnings: 

demons being demons, kidnapped reader, SPN type violence, injured reader, mentions of blood, language, angst, smut, unprotected sex, fluffy fluff

*gifs are not mine

Based on this request- I saw that your request are open may I request a deanXreader . The reader and dean are more than hunting friends and he ends up saving the reader from a demon attack. some smut and fluff - @captainemwinchester

A/N: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it! <3 

As always, feedback is loved!

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It was dark and cold when you eventually woke, a dull throbbing pain at the back of your head. You tried to move your hand to check for injuries, but it was no use, they were bound behind your back with you lying on your side, your ankles also tied together and the ground beneath you becoming increasingly uncomfortable in your current position.

You groaned, eyes squinting closed as the lights were suddenly turned on, the brightness making it hard to adjust.

Once you got your bearings, you soon realised you were in some sort of barn. Wooden beams ran across the ceiling and dirt covered the ground, the only exit being a large door at the other end of the barn and with your arms and legs tied, you were sure breaking out would be an unlikely concept.

“I would apologise for the accommodation, but I don’t really want to.”

Looking up you saw the large wooden door slide open, a woman stepping inside wearing a long coat with jeans and boots. She strode towards you, a cruel smile over her face. She blinked and in an instant her eyes turned pure black, a sickening feeling soon washing over you.

“You’re a long way from home,” you gritted out, glaring back at the demon with pure disgust and hatred.

“Well, I’m having a lot more fun up here. You hunters are just a blast to play with.”

She squatted down in front of you. “And do I have a great game for us girls to play. It’s called truth or truth, and if you lie to me, well,” she clicked her tongue, “I’m just gonna have to get creative with the little torture techniques we have in hell. Your boy Dean-o knows all about them.”

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“Flug!!” Snarled the annoyed voice.
The anxious scientist made his way towards his boss, tripping on his feet along the way.
“S-sorry sir! W-what is-” Dr. Flug pauses midsentence to gasp. There in Black Hat’s arms was a knocked out super hero. A wide grin stretches across the scientist’s hidden face.
“We’ve brought in another one. 5.0.5 managed to grab him after destroying half the city. The hero knocked right out after he was used as a chew toy.” Sneered Black Hat. The demon dropped the hero to Dr. Flug’s feet.
“Do… Whatever you do with those heroes. I’m surprised you manage to keep them quiet wherever you put them.” Muttered Black Hat, walking off. As soon as he laid his eyes on the unconscious hero, a million thoughts ran through his head on what he’d do. Flug immediately began dragging the body away. Dragging the body was easy for him, picking it or lifting it up long distances was another. He could only pick them up short distances. Enough to make it from the lab to a trash can out back that later burned trash periodically. I mean, what else was he gonna do with corpses? Leave them to rot and stink? He was evil, but he was not trashy, no. Flug dragged the body into the lab, and behind his desk. He glanced around, making sure he wasn’t followed. As soon as he saw the coast was clear he opened a small patch on the floor, tossing the body down, before climbing down himself. The room was dark, dimly lit by a light in the middle of the room, which shined above a glass dome over a large pit. Where Flug kept heroes to rot. He tossed the hero he had been given into the pit from a small opening in the dome before sealing it shut as he always did. He studied the hero, mumbling noted out loud.
“Hero appears to be.. Cumulus. Abilities include controlling the amount of water in the air along with weather to a small extent.” He searches around the table he had beside the pit, finding a needle beside a multitude of blood samples from different heroes from the past. He tied a small cord around his body before hopping down into the pit holding a remote and a small needle. He gets on his knees beside the sleeping hero, poking her skin with the small sharp object. As he did this, the hero squirmed with discomfort.
“Hey! Hey. Hey, sshh. It’s all fine. Doc just needs a bit of blood is all. Then we can poke you and cut you and potentially zap you until you make your way to the little gates down below!” Dr. Flug giggled softly. His voice wad smooth as silk and clear as day a polar opposite to him outside the room. He pulls the needle away, with a considerable amount of blood in the needle, the blood a grayish hue. He sighs, getting up. “Too bad too. You were such a cool hero.” Dr. Flug sighs.
As he begins walking back, the hero shoots up with loud gasp, snapping her neck towards the villain.
“you.” She spat. “Where am I!?” She raises her hand, shards of ice forming in the air at rapid speed as Flug presses a button on the remote. As the shards fly towards him, the rope around his waist pulls him swiftly out of the pit, missing the shards just barely! He slams the pit’s opening shut and giggled frantically.
“Hahaha! You almost got me there you little hero, you!!” Dr. Flug cackles. The hero stands up. “where am I!? Let me go you bastard!!” She snarls. Dr. Flug ignored her, setting the blood sample inside a vial labeled the hero’s name, setting it right along side others.
“interesting note to add! Not only can you affect the water levels in the air, you can also change temperature as well! You’re blood could make a great freeze ray!! Ohh, how exciting!” He grins.
“Let. Me. OUT!!” Roared Cumulus, shooting a multitude of ice shards at the ice. The loud thud of the ice’s impact against the seal made Flug jump with surprise. “it’s no use doll!! Impenetrable!” Sang Dr. Flug. Cumulus snarls. “So- so what!? You gonna test me? You gonna torture me? Brain wash me? Control me!?” The hero growls out. Flug taps his chin. “you know. Giving the villain, the person with the upper hand, options is not a good move. However! I will happily accept torture!!” Cheered Flug. He presses a button on the table and arms flung out the side of the pit, grabbing the hero’s arms and legs. Flug hops down yet again with the remote, walking up to the hero who’s now unable to move. She squirms and tugs at the arms trying to break free, alas it was no use. Dr. Flug walks up to her, reaching his hand out. The girl immediately flinched making Flug laugh. He lightly grabs her chin, looking closely at her face. The girl shakes her head, snapping forward to bite his fingers. “You won’t get shit out of me.” She spat. Dr. Flug chuckles slowly, his laugh chilling and dark, unlike his normal self. “Oh sweetie. What do you think I’m torturing you for? Go on. Guess.” He eggs her on.
“Info? Weaknesses? Any villain would be stupid not to want that.” She scoffs. “Not necessarily now! A smart villain tortures for info because he lacks it without others to give him the info. A GOOD villain tortures for fun because he already has all the info he needs.” Dr. Flug grins.
“What? So you’re torturing me without reason? How stupid!” Cumulus cackles.
“See now you’re learning! Evading me from my true goals! Good! Good! But you know, the thing is. When you have a reason, once that reason is reached, you no longer have a reason to hurt! Its a stopping point for pain. A way out for heroes,”
He grips her chin rougher than before, making her unable to shake him off, “See, I don’t want that way out for you. You’re trapped here. No matter. What. You. Do!” Dr. Flug spins himself, harshly kicking her dead in the face making Cumulus let out a choked roar in pain. Flug spins back around to face her, punching her on the opposite side of her face, knocking out a tooth. She spits blood onto the doctor. “Fuck. You.” She pants. “Aww! No thanks.” He hissed, running back and kicking her in the stomach. She yells scratchily, doubling over in pain, gasping for air as she hack up blood. Her body falls weak. She’d have fallen on all fours had if not been for the arms holding her in place. Flug punched her face upward, staring her dead in the eye.
“Go on now. Do something about this. Drown me, freeze me, stab me with a weak little shard!” Dr. Flug teased.
She growls and Dr. Flug bounced out of the way and as he looks away the hero lets out a scream as he hears the sound of sharpness puncturing flesh. He spins around on his heel seeing she had accidentally stabbed her self in the stomach with her own ice shard. “Ohh! That works EVERY time! You heroes are SO gullible!” Dr. Flug smiles. She feels blood dripping from the ice. “S-so you gonna k-kill me huh?” Cumulus coughed. “Damn. Here I though I’d die by a successful villain.” She chuckles weakly. “Oh but honey. I am a successful villain. The disappearance of Unit, Mr Frost, Jubilee, oh what’s his name uhh, Storm clock? Yeah that’s it.” Dr. Flug lists. “Pfft. Idiot. Everyone knows it was Black Hat who killed them.” Cumulus scoffs. Dr. Flug stiffens, before walking closer. He put his hand on the ice shard, pushing it inward making her scream. “He. Did. NOT. A good villain does not boast. A good villain. Does not get caught. A good villain. Is not. That fucking. DEMON!!” Dr. Flug roars. He clicks another button on his remote, tossing it in the air. The metal shifts and reforms and by the time it hits Dr. Flug’s palm, it’s already a destabilizer ray.
“Black Hat. Is no. Villain. He is just a cocky. Arrogant. Self absorbed. Fuck.” Flug growls past gritted teeth. Cumulus grins. “Damn. You must really hate him.” She sighs. “Yeah well he pays the money and brings in the heroes like you I get to play with.” Flug sighs, twiddling with the ray in his hand. “So. What are you gonna-” “God damn it. All this Black Hat talk has ruined the mood. You’re not fun anymore.” He pouts. He repositions his body, shooting the hero straight in the head, blood splattering across Dr. Flug’s bag and the ground. He sighs, as the arms around the girl let go and retract into the walls letting the hero’s body fall limp on the floor with a loud thud. Flug shakes his head. “These new toys get worse and worse.” Flug sighs. He digs out a key from his pockets, unlocking a hatch on the wall before dumping the hero’s dead body into the chute to slide out into the garbage. He switched his ray back into the remote, pulling himself out the pit without a care. He showed no pity, no remorse. Like a good villain. He switched out his clothes and bag for a cleaner pair before turning to head back up. As he turns, he stops dead in his tracks, staring at a wide-eyed, trembling, whimpering Dementia. Flug sighs. “How much did you see you little cretin?” He snarls. Dementia’s voice was barely above a whisper. “a-all..” She whispers. Dr. Flug shakes his head, walking up to Dementia. He switches his remote to the ray, the device making an intimidating hum as he slowly held it up under Dementia’s chin, raising her head up making her whimper with fear. “You do not speak. Of what you saw in this room. Black Hat does not know and he never will. Understood.” Dr. Flug growls. “Y-yes.” She whispers. Dr. Flug puts away the ray, patting her head. “Good pet.” He says calmly. As he walks to leave Dementia halts him. “W-wait! I-I just have one question.” She stutters out. Dr. Flug turns around, tilting his head. “why don’t you ever act like this in front of the rest? Wouldn’t black hat.. Y'know. Like it?” She asks. Flug shakes his head.
“If a person has a double life, it is to protect the people in the primary life. People have faces. Different ways to act under different situations. No one is sane when no one is looking, Dementia. Besides. Don’t you think if I acted this way for you all, I would have shot that demon in the head by now?” Dr. Flug replies. “Come now. You have your jobs and I have mine.” He smiles. They get out of the room, and Flug shuts the door against the floor. As soon they get out, they hear black hat aggressively calling out for Flug.
“FLUG!! WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!??” he screeches. Flug sighs, looking over at the scarred girl beside him.
“remember. No telling~.” He winks. He takes a deep breathe before running for the door. “C-coming boss! O-oh gosh!!” He calls out, flustered.

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Nine and Ten with some lil flowers :P

It’s finally nice weather here, spring and all of that, so you can say for once in my life I was ~inspired~ xD Also drawing them is fun :D

[Other Dr Who fanarts: Lil heads, 10th, 9th and 11th]

Tendou fucking Satori, man

OK so I was doodling Goshiki and I was thinking about his nerdy bangs when I was hit by some sort of a realisation and idk it hit me pretty hard so here it is: (spoiler alert i guess if you don’t read the manga)

In chapter 150 of the manga, when we’re first introduced to the rest of the Shiratorizawa team apart from Ushijima, Tendou jumps in to prevent any conflict from arising between Goshiki and Shirabu before the match even starts, like this:

When I first read this, I was like “aww lmao thats weirdly adorable” because Tendou decided to tell Goshiki that his bangs were cool, even though no one had even said anything about his bangs at all up to that point in time and it was a seemingly random and irrelevant compliment. (Though it did serve to boost Goshiki’s confidence at the time.) 

I honestly didn’t think much of it (not even while reading the rest of the match) until today, when I remembered one other important little detail, and everything just kind of clicked.

Remember who else used to have bangs and a bowl cut?

Tendou.

Except that he used to be ridiculed for it. Young Tendou was teased, ridiculed and even socially excluded because of his hair and facial features. From what we saw in the manga, none of the other kids his age stood up for him, or tried to defend him, or tried to comfort him - none of them.

So just imagine Tendou, now in his third year of high school, part of one of the strongest volleyball teams in the entire Miyagi prefecture, known for his freaking insane blocking skills, literal besties with one of the top three strongest spikers in the whole of Japan - and he has a kouhai who has the same nerdy haircut that he had as a kid, that everyone made fun of him for. What’s he gonna do in this situation?

Compliment the fuck outta that kouhai’s hair, that’s what the fuck he’s gonna do. It’s a nice “fuck you” to those asshole kids who used to make fun of him, and it’s him being the friend that he probably needed or really wanted when he was young.

tl;dr - Tendou Satori is fucking awesome and i fucking love him

Who to Fight: Wooden Overcoats Edition

Rudyard: you’d probably win but please don’t. He’ll fight you without hesitation, but he’s a weak noodle and you’ll probably make him cry. Leave him alone he has enough problems. Plus Georgie and Antigone will  beat you up if you do.

Antigone: I mean, you can try but you’re not gonna win. She definitely knows how to kick ass if push comes to shove. Maybe just don’t?

Georgie: DO NOT. You will NOT win. She’d probably put you in the hospital and poor Dr. Edgewater has enough to do already. Just do not fight Georgie Crusoe

Chapman: Two (2) things: 1) you will not win. 2) what did Eric Chapman ever do you to you? He’s literally the nicest person? Why would you want to fight him?

Madeleine: why are you trying to fight a mouse

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SU’s way of writing a sympathetic asshole

im just gonna complain talk about lars and blue diamond because this conversation really has me thinking a lot

but tl;dr - this show does a terrible job at confusing the audience into thinking who they should root for

i still don’t fault people who disliked lars. every time the show tried to develop him, it felt as though they were reverting him back to normal. it didn’t help that a lot of lars episodes focused on just him interacting with either sadie (someone he has a really poor relationship with) or steven (someone he straight up bullies), and not enough of him interacting with others. You would think The New Lars would show that at least SOMEONE likes this kid, but everyone acts uncharacteristically mean to him, including the Cool Kids, who were unhappy to see him, despite showing several times they enjoy his company and even invited him to a potluck.

With that said, the justifications and the aggressive defense squad he has don’t want to criticize his stagnant writing WHILE pointing out that the narrative can be unbelievably cruel to him. Of course the audience is going to hate him. excluding bad episodes like The New Lars and Island Adventure, Lars has been in lack of a better words, an incredibly self centered dick. he ruins a friendship and refuses to apologize to someone after making an incredibly nasty comment and running off, he snaps at Steven whenever he tries to interact with the Cool Kids, he used Sadie, etc.

He did have the potential to be an emotionally complex teenager, but because the writers just hate subtlety, we need Lars to constantly remind us that, oh yeah, he has depression and feels like an outcast.

And oddly enough, i cant help but compare him to BD. 

they’re both incredibly emotional and get defensive when their feelings are challenged

And yet the biggest difference, which sympathizes with Blue Diamond more, is because unlike Lars, BD is actually treated like a victim.

  • she cries. constantly. People will actually justify her behavior in the answer because the constant defense is “oh well she was probably grieving over PD” or “her emotions were high” like she’s a teenager. She gets a song dedicated to her emotions, she gets outside help to cheer her up.
    •  the one time Lars full on cries (before the special of course), he’s later reprimanded because he was suspicious that sadie trapped him on an island to get closer to him, which she ACTUALLY DID
  • you don’t get to see her do bad things enough. Excluding the Answer, I really want someone to point me to one bad thing that BD did that’s painted in a negative light. You can’t. You could include kidnapping Greg, but it’s seen as her making a kind gesture towards him, since she believes the Earth is about to explode. You don’t see her intimidate her Pearl like YD has. You don’t see her speak negatively of Earth or even the Crystal Gems. She doesn’t even berate lower class gems. Hell, her natural abiility is just making others cry, that’s it. She’s straight up non-intimidating, which is why the fandom  paints her like this poor depressed woobie
    • Lars on the other hand, is constantly being an asshole, and as a result, usually seen as one. in a lot of cases, it’s completely fair! bullying a kid, manipulating your best friend, ruining a friendship over a stupid conversation. but then there’s other instances where Lars just can’t win, no matter what. He’s painted as petty and irrational near the end of Island Adventure. 
    • Everyone hates him in The New Lars, even the Cool Kids (which also makes the Good Lars seem either silly-because Lars has spent time with the cool kids and they enjoy his company- or make his fears seem fair and realistic- because the show decided that the cool kids hate him). To a point where everyone literally gives lars shit for being upset that Steven was controlling his body for a day
  • Blue Diamond gets help and sympathy. Sure she’s still criticized by YD, but she still has a song telling her to suck it up and move on. Her Pearl clearly shows no slight disdain in helping her (because we cant make slave ownership look too bad now can we). And Steven later calls out his mother claiming she hurt “”Everyone””.
    • I don’t think I really need an example for this. Because everyone pretty much knows that Lars doesn’t get proper help from his peers. Steven does motivate him and push him to be more open, but otherwise? there’s no proper acknowledgement or addressing of the fact that he’s depressed and feels like an outcast.
    • Well scratch that, Sadie claimed in Island Adventure she trapped Lars on an island to “help him”. And when Lars criticizes her for doing something without his consent, Sadie snaps at him, hits him and tries to guilt trip him by saying lars kissed her first


So I bring this up because now I wanted to talk about The Good Lars and the entirety of Wanted. Because i can’t be the only one who noticed that Lars was…. uncharacteristically nicer. And in fact, the narrative is softer with him.

  • lars gets to cry, AND doesn’t get discouraged for his emotions. It isn’t like Island Adventure with the creepy implication that Sadie trapped him there to finally vent out his true feelings, and then having Sadie yell at him and hit him for being angry about the lie. He cries because he has no other choice. Topaz wasn’t interested in moving and Steven had no way in helping him. They both end up venting to each other, and you can tell Lars actually gets to grow from it.
  • he actually gets support and help. Both Steven and Sadie encourage him to overcome his anxiety and fears and go to the party. When Lars doesn’t show up, Steven actively looks for him. Steven cries with him and they emotionally bond admitting to their fears and struggles with the situation.
  • he randomly just, stops being an asshole. He isn’t snarky, resulting in name-calling, wanting to do his own thing, etc. He just follows Steven along and acts surprised rather than fearful or angry

and when I look at all of this and compare their treatment I can’t help but go…… This isn’t really good. Like at all.

Stagnant characters who randomly get a sudden turn around isn’t good writing. A character who is supposed to be a violent dictator spending her free time mourning and crying for the sake of sympathy, isn’t good writing. Hell, Steven’s Racist Uncle got better development, because at least he had his development kept to one episode, instead of some off screen situation or a new personality that makes 0 sense.

It also makes me sad for Lars, because at the end of the day, he’s still a teenager, who shouldn’t be saying things like “You’re always trying to help me. You brought me back to life. Just let me be somebody who deserved it”. Or have his entire personality, internal struggles and flaws stripped away simply because slowly making someone less of an asshole (like i dunno, PERIDOT) and work through their mental issues (like idk, connie???) is apparently too much work for the writers. 

It also makes me sad for Blue Diamond, because she’s so non-intimidating it hurts. Not only is her design ridiculous, but so is her behavior and how she reacts to those around her. She’s somehow unafraid to show emotion and weakness to her enemies, and literally needed a fucking break because Steven made her cry.

its a shame really because it really wouldn’t be that hard for the show to do better. But then again its Steven Universe, and according to the fandom, its wrong of me to have higher expectations

Tension

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Prompt: #24 “Make me.” (Reid x Reader)


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“I wait for a silent tear / I wait for things to disappear / Wait for the ground to stop moving underneath my only fear. / If I lose you, I don’t know.” – “Waiting game”, by Yellowcard


The ringing in your head was subsiding slightly, but your vision was still kind of blurry. You frantically looked around the barely-lit room for Spencer. He was to your right, trying to sit up too after being ambushed by the UnSub when you went to the guy’s house with the intention to interrogate him.

‘Spence? You okay?’ you asked as you stood up as well and walked towards him.

‘Yeah, you?’ he asked you once you helped him up.

‘Are we in the basement?’ your eyes, now that you were next to your teammate, started roaming around again. There was a flight of stairs, the only possible way out since the windows seemed to be blocked from the outside. No way of knowing whether it was still day or not.

‘I’d say so. Do you have your gun or phone?’ he asked you, and you checked your pockets and the empty holster on your hip.

‘He took everything. The only good thing is that we called Hotch the moment we arrived and heard some screaming, so it shouldn’t take long for the team to get here,’ you told him as you climbed on top of a box to try and pry one of windows open, with no success.

‘It’s pointless,’ a female voice said from a dark corner, and you both jumped.

‘Amanda?’ Spencer ventured out as the owner of the voice stepped forwards into the faint light coming from an old wall lamp at the bottom of the stairs. She had been kidnapped two weeks before on her way home from work, but the guy kept kidnapping and killing women while he held her captive.

‘Yes,’ she nodded but made no attempt to move any closer. ‘Who are you? He’s never brought a man before.’

‘We’re FBI agents. We’re here to save you,’ you tried to reassure her despite the panic you felt taking over every part of your body. ‘Are you hurt?’

‘Not really. I only have bruises now,’ you heard the shackles attached to one of her ankles as she moved to sit down again. You couldn’t help the emotions bubbling inside you and tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

Spencer noticed how your shoulders slumped and grabbed your hand. You looked over at him and were about to thank him when the door to the basement was thrown open and you heard the distinct sound of bullets being put into the magazine. Amanda cried out and retreated further into the shadows. You kept your gaze on Spencer’s face as you moved to the opposite side of the room so that it would be more difficult for him to keep an eye on all three individuals at once.

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