“There’s an image of Doctor Strange hidden on the cover of Pink Floyd’s second album, A Saucerful Of Secrets. The fragments come from a page of Strange Tales (1967) #158, illustrated by Marie Severin.”
yet it’s on the More album that Dr Strange is mentioned in the Cymbaline lyrics:
The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet You hear the thunder of the train And suddenly it strikes you That they’re moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size
Word Count: 2675 Warnings: panic attack tw, swearing, angst (?), probably gonna be sad
A/N: and here’s the next part of Worth the Risk! Hope you enjoy - i’m feeling a little awkward about this part? it felt choppy.. but i’m also just sick and stressed and very tired lol so idk if i’m just being hard on myself or if this is genuinely bad hoo boy but anyways, enjoy!
“Not me, birthday boy”
Bucky looked up at his best friend in confusion. Who else would have gone through the trouble for his birthday? He wasn’t particularly close to that many people in the tower and as far as he was concerned, he didn’t deserve any of this.
Steve continued to smile as he watched his overjoyed friend try to make sense of the situation.
“Which dame do you think is capable of putting together something like this, Buck?” Bucky turned around, eyes scanning over those in the room.
There was only one other person whom he was close to, and when his eyes met hers, he knew he had to be right. He took two large steps until he was face to face with Pam.
Pam began to speak, mentioning something about Y/N, but Bucky wasn’t paying attention as he pulled her into his arms.
“What did I do to deserve a friend like you?” Bucky mumbled, looking down at his friend in adoration as they slowly began to pull away from one another. “Thank you so much.”
Pam nodded mutely, a small smile making its way on to her lips. But Bucky was so overwhelmed at that moment that he failed to notice discomfort behind it, or the panicked looks being exchanged around him. He was so overjoyed that evening that he had become blissfully unaware of the mistakes he and his friend had just made.
"Nico, shouldn't you be sitting at the Hades table?"
"Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It's a mood disorder. I can't control it. That's what I told Chiron."