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A/N: Uhh this one may or may not be new? We’ll never know. Merry Christmas. x *thanks gif source*

Pop

Sometimes, you think you can connect to someone who you later realize you’re only attached to because they fill sort of emptiness that needs to be taken care of. This connection can reach to great lengths from playful dates around the block to sudden heated bedroom games under the covers. I never knew I, myself was doing it until I saw her. I always announced that I liked someone anonymous to avoid any further confrontation about my love life. I finally had my anonymous person.

I was a house party thrown by a close friend and was sharing a drink with Olivia, a former fling who I had been hanging a lot with recently. She was one of the few people I was comfortable around and no matter what people said, I still enjoyed her company and it sort of shifted into a whole new direction when I noticed her acting different. All of a sudden, she always wanted to be around me and it got a little overwhelming. I was never one to know to handle someone’s feelings so I didn’t give myself any other choice but to keep whatever it is she thought this was, going. We were having what I thought was a stifling conversation when she leaned in and kissed me. With no warning, just went straight for it. I pulled away, not even a second later and looked puzzled into her eyes as she looked back at me in dismay. “I’m sorry.” She muttered and walked away, flustered.

I sighed and took giant swig from my beer when I felt a forceful thump against my back, pushing me forward, leaning on the skinny table beside me for stability. Feminine giggles heard behind me as I saw another friend of mine with a new girl I hadn’t recognized but was responsible for breaking me out of trance from her clumsy actions. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She spoke, unable to contain herself. Her smile was the first thing I noticed, it was different; Her eyes, with a hint of nervous and unamusement. “Sorry Cal.” my friend, Blaire, pat my upper arm, smiling and ran off with the mysterious brunette, who quickly turned her gaze back at me and back. I downed more of my drink, furrowing my eyebrows and headed slowly in their direction. I momentarily made small conversation with people along the way so I wouldn’t make it too obvious I was following her. I tried to forget her but she kept reappearing wherever I went. With every person I spoke to, eye contact was rarely given because I could not stop looking at her. Her face was now plastered in my mind and so was her smile. She was definitely not afraid to let it stretch across her face. Her nose crinkled and she leaned slightly forward, sometimes covering her mouth to hide her insane smile. Before I knew it, the person whom I was supposed to be engaging in a conversation with was gone. I should’ve expected that.

My beer bottle was conveniently empty and I approached the table with the cooler in which they were provided and popped off the cap without an opener with my savvy skills. “Excuse me.” That familiar voice spoke behind me. She gave me that smile, for some reason, made me feel so different inside. I smiled back and stepped aside as she reached into the cooler and retrieved a bottle. Her body’s searching motions made me assume she was looking for a bottle opener and I turned momentarily to set my own bottle down to help her in attempt to potentially start a conversation. “Hey, I can open that for you, if you’d-” Pop “-like,” I chuckled, still finishing my offer to see her sipping from her self opened bottle already. “Thank you, but I think I’m all set.” She smiled through her teeth and turned to walk away. My first thought was what just happened as if it wasn’t simple enough. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Olivia standing there, fiddling her fingers.

“Oh hey…” “Cal, about what happened earlier tonight,” “You know what, don’t even mention it. We don’t have to dive into that. We both know we had a little too much to drink and shit happens.” Her eyes narrowed slowly down, sulking. “It’s alright.” I gave a small smile, patting her arm and her walking away. I broke out my trance once again as I felt a tap on the opposite shoulder. “excuse me… you must really like beer to always be blocking this cooler,” the voice spoke sarcastically. “I could say the same about you, you can really ingest a bottle,” “Actually, it’s for Blaire.” “What? Blaire can’t walk anymore and help herself like a big girl now?” I said shaking my head in Blaire’s direction while she stuck the middle finger at me grinning. She, however, smiled politely and shook her head. “Well, she can’t really open a bottle quite yet so I guess that’s why she has me.” Pop She set the water bottle I was drinking aside and tossed the beer cap in the basket. “Where did you learn how to do that?” “It’s an ancient technique.” “And I thought I was the only one who conquered the bottle cap trick.” “You must be Calum.” I blinked, taken back by her sudden knowledge of who I was. “I’m sorry, have we met?” I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “Uh no, Blaire just mentions who her friends are casually. She refers to you as, um, beer boy? And I assumed that meant it was cause of something like this.” “Nice. You know me, who are you?” “Y/N.” I held out my hand to shake hers and for the first time, I was feeling awkward around a stranger. “Thanks Y/N. I’m glad I can count on you.” Blaire bumped her shoulder, taking the bottle from her. “So… Have you met-” “Yeah, Blaire you’re about 4 minutes late. Thanks for trying though.” I sipped my beer, shaking my head. “Beer boy?” She broke out laughing. “Sorry I didn’t think that’d come up but since it did, now I know you guys talked plenty. I hate to break this up but our ride is outside sooo, I’ll catch you later.” She fist bumped me, clicking her teeth and pulled her away as she gave that familiar soft smile and mouthed a goodbye. I sat back down and started clearing bottles out of courtesy and I noticed a black rubber object peeking from between a few empty bottles. I pulled it out and saw it was a miniature bottle opener attached to few keys. I looked them over and saw Y/N scribbled onto the handle in silver ink. That little sneak. I quickly slid it into my coat pocket and with a smirk and walked away before anyone saw.

Every Life has a Moment ~ Olicity Fic

So this was written out of pure enjoyment. I have a prompt I need to finish but I’ve just been blocked. This I wrote for me and because I want to feel inspired to continuing writing. Thank you for everyone’s endless support I appreciate it more than I can possibly convey! 

P.S. I will be adding an additional chapter… If you want me too…

Every Life has a Moment

Every life has a moment… No everyone’s life has a key moment? Or should it be every person will experience a key moment?” 

Felicity dragged the graphite tip along the crinkled mass of paper beneath her tapping fingers then hovered over the illusive first line. She cocked her confused head while the curled brown tendrils fell freely over her bare left shoulder. The camisole strap slipped down the angled slope of her scapula when she moved the pencil back down to the second paragraph. “No…” she muttered lightly between clenched teeth, “It should stay here but then I would lose this line and then the bottom half won’t make any sense!” 

The indent in her furrowed brow grew as she sighed, “I’m never going to get this right…” 

The chuckle from the headboard of her cramped on leg room bed made her nearly snap the pencil in two. “No you’re never going to get to the point where you feel its perfect is what you should be muttering.” 

Felicity ran her nervous fingers through her maddening hair while growling, “This coming from the professional slacker…”  

Her best friend smirked, “I’m not the one who’s going to be bald by morning now am I?” 

Felicity’s fingers froze near the nape of her neck; she tapped along the taut skin before sighing in defeat, “Why can’t you just come with me? You know be my moral support while a crowd of eager minds laps up every stupid word I can hopefully deliver?” 

Those devious blue eyes slanted into two nearly invisible silts. The small worry lines near those fairly perfect lashes fluttered easily over the sharp contours of her favorite slacker’s cheek bones. Felicity crossed her legs at the ankles then flashed her sometimes roommate a dazzling grin. Her counterpart in turn huffed, “Felicity I’m not going to sit in a crowd filled with well wishers while you stand on a stage and nervously sweat.” 

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Back on Russian Soil- Black Widow x Reader

 By request, my first Natasha Fic!! I know its long but I got really into it lol.

 NOTES/WARNINGS: Fighting and stabbing but hey Russian assasins…. whatcha gonna do?

FEATURING: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark and Hawkeye.

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Originally posted by strictly-bucky

 You sat out on the balcony that overlooked the outdoor training facility. Falcon and Wanda were training evasive maneuvers, courtesy of one of Tony’s Iron Legion suits. You sipped your coffee and wiggled in your chair, burrowing into the huge blanket that engulfed you. Flying wasn’t your thing but you loved to watch.

 Living with the Avengers hadn’t been on your list of things to do in your lifetime but Clint made quite the argument when he was sent to recruit you and you figured you would at least give them a try. Not to mention, knowing Natasha was a plus. Your abilities were nothing super, you just happened to be one of the last assasins the Red Room produced. You remembered seeing Natasha when you were a child, you admired her then and you respected her now.

 Leaving a life in Russia came with its challenges, with baggage and nightmares. You never talked about it but Natasha knew. She could see it in your face when you came down for breakfast in the mornings. She could see the flashbacks you would have during training, of some past mission you were required to carry out. She was currently the only thing keeping you here. Her friendship and understanding kept you going. If she could move forward, so could you.

 “Hey,” You recognized Natasha’s faintly raspy voice and grinned over your shoulder. “Having fun?” She asked in Russian.

 “It’s always fun to watch Falcon try and impress Cap.” You spoke back.

 “Yeah, he’s got a little man crush, I think.” Nat curled up beside you on the patio couch and you offered her some of your blanket. “You ready for tomorrow?”

 You smirked and raised an eye brow. “As ready as I can be. Do we know where we’re going yet?”

 Nat frowned and looked down before she could look at you. “Home.”

 Your heart sank but you tried to hide it. “How close to home?”

 “There is a Hydra base somewhere outside of Dubna.”

 “That’s not far from Moscow.” You said plainly. You pretended to watch Sam flying around but really you just wanted to avoid looking Nat in the eyes.

 “I know it’s a little close for comfort but I need to know if you can handle it? Being that close could mean that we run into people from your past.” You could hear the sincerity in her voice. She knew the risk applied to her as well, but she only worried about you.

 You took a deep breath and grinned at her, “I can handle it.”

 She lifted her chin and nodded. “Okay. I’ll tell Tony you’re a go for tomorrow. Flight leaves at six a.m. Get some rest, friend.”

 “Peaceful sleep, friend.” You grinned. You waited until Nat was completely in the building before you let yourself drown in the anxiety that was bubbling up inside you. You stared out over the lawn and got lost in your thoughts. Memories of past missions and people you’d wronged flooded your mind. There wasn’t a single person from your past that you wanted to see again, some more so than others, and one in particular.

 You shrugged the blanket off of your shoulders and let the cold snap you out of your wallowing. You inhaled deep and and watched as your icy breath dissipated into the air. You. Can. Do. This. You repeated those words to yourself until you were finally able to sleep.

                ————–————-

 “Morning, sunshine!” Clint called from the pilots seat inside the Quinjet.

 “I didn’t know you were coming along.” You grinned and tilted your head a little sideways.

 “I’m the only one who doesn’t mind being stuck in a plane with three Russians for several hours.” He chuckled.

 “Three?”

 “Good Morning, (Y/N).” Bucky stepped out from the shadows cleaning his rifle. His Russian was so clear you’d have thought he was born there.

 “Good morning.” You shook your head and grinned. Nat put her hand on your back to let you know she was there and went directly to Clint to discuss the flight plans.

 “Who signed off on letting all of us go out alone?” You wondered out loud.

 “That would be me.” Tony took the credit with an obnoxious grin. “I can’t tell you how nice it’s going to be to have all of you out of the house for a while.”

 “Aww, we’ll miss you too, boss.” Nat smirked.

 “Still not the boss.” He reminded, wiggling a paper thin tablet in his fingers. “I’ve uploaded your mission details to your phones. Everything you need to know about anything is in there so, please, don’t call.” He smiled and his eye brows jumped up once, playfully. “Keep an eye on my little nesting doll will ya, Hawkeye. I don’t want another damaged one.” He sauntered down the back hatch and the large metal ramp lifted and then sealed shut.

 “Nesting doll?” You looked back at Clint. “Who’s that?”

 Clint began to chuckle as he flipped switch after switch, preparing the jet for take-off. “That’s you, kid.” He laughed.

 

 The flight wasn’t as long as you had anticipated and before you knew it you were back on Russian soil. Each of you parachuted down into the thick forest outside of the small city. You were doing surprisingly well for yourself, being this close to The Red Room.

 Breaking into the Hydra base was easy with Natasha and Bucky by your side. You savored every punch and kick you landed on the enemy, mentally giving your past the butt kicking it needed.

 “(Y/N),” Nat shouted over her shoulder as she shot two more Hydra thugs. “I need you on intel! The last door down this hall should be their HQ. Download everything they’ve got then fry the system!” She tossed you a flash drive and you jumped up to catch it.

 “On it!” You shouted back. You turned and came face to face with the red star on Bucky’s soulder. At the end of his arm he gripped one of the Hydra soldiers by the throat before throwing him into a wall. “Thanks.” You told him, knowing that the thug had been after you.

 “Intel,” He reminded. “I’ll cover you to the door!”

 You took off running down the hall and could hear grunting and huffing behind you. You knew the Winter Soldier had your back and was fighting off men who tried to take you out. You flung open the dark wooden door and held your knife out in front of you. Guns were great but you prefered a blade, especially your throwing knives.

 Bucky pushed the door shut behind you and you were finally on your own. You worked better solo, anyways. You took a moment and examined the shadowed room before you. The only light came from the dozens of computer screens. You scanned the room several times before you finally decided it was empty. You hurried to a computer and inserted the drive. Your eyes danced across the screen and you began downloading all of the base’s intel, wiping it from the system as you went.

 “(Y/N)?” You jumped up at the sound of your name and gripped a knife in each hand. You had to squint but you quickly knew who stood before you.

 “Hello, Demitri.” Your lip twitched after speaking his name. Of all the people to run into, it had to be the one you never wanted to see again.

 “I’m surprised to see you here.” His thick Russian accent made his words feel heavy in your ears. He put his hands up in surrender. “Please, I’m not going to hurt you.”

 “I’ve heard that before.” You clenched your jaw.

 He sighed and gave you the look, the look that made you melt. “I know, (Y/N) I swear it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I had to, it was a mission.” He stepped closer and in a moment of weakness, you let him.

 “I was a mission.” You corrected.

 “At first, yes, but things changed and I fell in love with you.”

 “Don’t,” You pleaded. “Don’t you say that to me.”

 “(Y/N), I’m so glad you came. Now, we can both get out of here, together.”

 “Stop.” You whispered. Your arms were slowly making their way back down to your sides.

 “I promised you that I would leave the KGB and now I can. If you help me.” He was only a foot away from you now, with his hands on the sides of your face. You didn’t remember him getting so close but there he was.

 “Please,” He kissed your forehead. “Come with me.”

 You sighed and closed your eyes, his lips feeling so familiar and warm on your skin. It would be so easy. To disappear with him to leave and never look back.

 *Ping* The computer notified you that the download and wipe was complete.

 You both looked down at the small flash drive that was inserted in the desktop.

 “Leave it,” He whispered into your ear. “Come with me and be mine.”

 You placed your hand on his hip and looked up at him. “Demitri,”

 He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. As soon as his eyes closed you flicked your wrist and a blade, that was hidden in your sleve, slipped into your hand. You drew back and forced the blade into his thigh. He cried out in agony and grabbed his leg. When he looked up at you you kicked him in the chest sending him flying back into a table and eventually, onto the ground.

 You drew another blade and gently pressed the sharpened tip into his skin, ripping a small hole into his shirt and drawing just enough blood to scare him. You sucked your teeth and grinned. “I belong to no one but myself.” You whispered in his ear.

 Bucky kicked open the door and ran over to you, followed by Natasha. Bucky hauled Demitri to his feet and he hissed at the pain standing caused him. He bared his teeth and almost growled at you.

 “Hail Hydra.” He spit. You smiled and punched him in the jaw so hard that Bucky almost lost his grip on him.

 Bucky excorted the limping and moaning prisoner out of the room. You sauntered over and pulled the flash drive from the computer and wiggled it in front of Nat.

 “Mission accomplished.” You beamed.

 “I’m proud of you, (Y/N). I really am.” She took the flash drive from you and tucked it into the belt on her suit.

 You gave a twisted grin and winked at her. “I’m proud of me, too.”

 Nat scoffed. “You’ve been hanging around Tony too long.“

@whimsicalrebirth for you my love

We Can’t Series (10/10)

Author’s Note: I finished the series! Now to work on my requests. Thank you all for being patient. PLEASE let me know what you think. Or, if you have any ideas for another series.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Words: 1339

Previous Part: Part Nine


You were on your way to the Avengers Tower. Agent Coulson was driving you across New York City. As you were traveling, you looked out your window in awe. New York changed so much since back then. There were more skyscrapers and people were scattered on the streets in clothing that made your clothes look retro. A lot of them were holding some sort of device in their hands, talking into or gawking at them. You knew that if you stayed, you would have to adjust. It made you nervous. You clutched onto Steve’s jacket even more.

Next thing you noticed was a jaw-dropping skyscraper that was taller than any other building in the area. The car went into the building’s garage. You guessed this is the place. “We’re here.” Phil exited the car.

You stepped out of the car and followed him to the elevator. “Are you nervous?” he asked, trying to make small talk. You didn’t even realize what you were getting yourself into, and now, it was hitting you like a stack of bricks. What did Director Fury mean when he said that these people had enhancements?

“A little.”

“Don’t be. They are really friendly. I was more nervous than you, but I guess it’s because I actually knew the superheroes before met them.”

You chuckled at this. It lightened the mood. The elevator was still ascending. Damn, this building was tall. “Superheroes, huh? Back then, the only superheroes we had were the soldiers that went to war.”

“Boy are you in for a surprise.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. Actually, this was the understatement of the year. The elevator finally reached its destination. You and Phil stepped out of the elevator.

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Zodiac Wars V

NOW

 “Did you like the apple?” Sag asked Virgo once he was done. “I picked it out especially for you.”

“Sure you did,” Virgo responded, sighing.

“What was life like, in Scorpio’s base?” Sag sat down once again on the floor across him, “what did you do when you were back there?” Virgo shook his head.

“Awful attempt, you think I’m going to tell you?”

“No– I don’t mean tell me your plans. I’m genuinely curious about what it’s like. I don’t really know Scorpio that well. I was just wondering what your life was like, that’s all,” she looked up at him, eyes shining with curiosity.

“Well,” Virgo said, “for one thing, Scorp never makes any of our team do something as tedious as this,” he smiled, pointing at Sag, who laughed. “I had my own bureau. It was quite nice actually– I had a pretty big room, light streaming through when I worked. And Cap was right next door me, and I could see her everyday,” his heart ached as he thought of Cap– he missed her a lot.

“You’re quite close with Cap?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend,” Virgo smiled, “I would do anything for her, and she’d do anything for me.”

“Really?” Sag asked him. “The Cap I know, she wouldn’t even lift a finger for anyone if it didn’t benefit her. Cap is really smart, and it’s been what, at least two days? And yet, we haven’t had any problems with her. Are you really certain she’ll be coming for you?”

“How can you be certain? You haven’t even left this room.”

Sag shrugged, “I just have a feeling.”

“What did Cap ever do to you that could’ve been so bad?” Virgo asked her. He couldn’t understand: Cap was the best person he ever knew.

“It was long ago. Back when we were kids, I used to be best friends with Cap. I thought she was super kind, caring and loyal. We’d talk about everything together, and she’d understand me, even when I said the most ridiculous things. I had many secrets, thoughts and things I was scared to admit even to myself– but I told her all of them because I trusted her, and she promised I could. She was one of those rare people who made me feel like I could belong somewhere,” Sag paused. Virgo continued listening, rather surprised. He always thought Sag had liked being rather carefree and unbound to anyone or anywhere.

“One day,” Sag went on, “we were with Aqua and Gemini. As you know, they’re pretty popular and all. It was a pretty average day. While the four of us were talking, I went up to get a few drinks for us. As I walked back, I noticed they were gone. Completely left me. I just shrugged and decided to go back home, but I felt a little sad too. Later, Cap texted me, and said that we couldn’t be friends anymore, just like that, out of nowhere. Apparently, Cap had told Aqua and Gemini all of my deepest thoughts, but twisted them a little so that they sounded super weird, and made up a few lies about me, because she had a crush on Aqua and wanted to make sure Aqua never liked me. After that, Gemini and Aqua told her that they didn’t really want to be around me, so she said that she never really liked me anyways and just left me. She didn’t even give me a warning. She lied to me, and left me, her closest friend, without a second thought because she wanted to impress someone. I’ve never trusted or liked her since. All she cares about is her reputation.”

“That doesn’t sound like the Cap I know,” Virgo frowned.

“Yeah well that’s only what she did to me. She’s always lying, twisting stories and events to make herself look good. I can’t stand it. And you can’t see it, because you believe her.”

“Or maybe I can’t see it because it’s not true. Out of interest, is that why you pretend not to care?” Virgo asked, “because when you do care and open up, you’re afraid people will leave you like that?”

“I’m not afraid of it; people do leave. That’s why it’s important to learn to be self-reliant. To let go of them, before they drop you.”

“I feel the same way a lot of the time.”

Sag laughed lightly, “You? Seriously? When have you ever felt that way?”

Virgo smiled, “Always. I have many secrets; the difference is I pretend I don’t. So you’d assume that because I have a girlfriend, tend to always double text people, and act rather clingy I’m dependent– but truth is I’m just like you. I don’t ever truly rely on anyone but myself.”

“Yeah but people don’t leave you, even if you did rely on them. I’m always alone. That’s also the difference.”

“You know,” Virgo smiled, “you’re never truly as alone as you seem.”

 SCORPIO’S BASE

“So, ready to set up the cameras?” Scorpio asked Gemini. “Set up as many as you can, we want to track their every move.”

Gemini nodded, “no problem. We’ll probably manage to finish in about three to four days. So anyways, I’m just going to go sleep now. I’m tired.”

“Sure,” Scorpio said, and shut the door after Gemini left. She liked being alone a lot, but sometimes it scared her. Being alone meant she could let all her emotions loose because no one would ever see her, but it also upset her because sometimes she wanted people to know how she felt. It was tough to deal with things on your own. It was tough to make decisions that were tough and pretend that it didn’t affect you because you could “push your emotions aside”– but inside, she couldn’t separate her emotions aside which made her feel lost and weighed down. Sometimes she wished someone would comfort her and assure that she made the right decision. The worst was, she often regretted most of her choices– especially the day she lost Cancer. Scorpio spent almost everyday imagining what her life would be like with Cancer, but she knew it was too late for that. The only thing she did know was, after all of this was over, she couldn’t keep Cancer alive. Not when she had killed all of his friends, not when she had wrecked their lives. It would kill Cancer to see her, and it would kill even more her to see herself kill Cancer slowly and emotionally. But tough choices had to be made, and even though she sat on her desk, crying silently now, it had to happen.

 NOW

 Libra laughed. “You lost! You lost the game! Now you have to do it, we had a deal!” Leo frowned. If only she had won, Libra would’ve been forced to kiss Taurus. But she didn’t win, and now she was forced to uphold her end of the bargain– to confess her feelings for Sag and kiss her.

“Do I have to?” Leo looked at Libra.

“How would you feel if you’d have won and I backed out?”

“I hate you. Why did we play this game again?”

“Because it’s so much more fun than what Aries assigned us,” Libra smiled, “so when will you do it? Tonight?”

“No, we said tomorrow.”

“If you do it tonight, I’ll tell you who I like.”

“I know it’s Taurus,” Leo laughed.

“It’s not.”

“Fine, deal.”

 NOW (ARIES + CAP)

“Tell me everything. Who is behind Scorpio’s plans?” Aries asked Cap, a knife at her throat.

“I’m not telling you.” Aries pushed the knife deeper into her throat, right until it was at the edge of cutting through.

“Tell me.”

“I would,” Capricorn smiled, “but maybe next time, don’t let me take things from your pocket.” She stabbed Aries in the leg with the end of a knife, and cut herself free as he howled in pain.

“See ya later!” Cap yelled out and ran away. Aries frowned.

“Not so fast,” he muttered and ran after her. She would not get away. For after all, Aries always got what he wanted, and Aries never lost.

NOW (SAG + VIRGO) 

They had been talking for a few hours now. Virgo was beginning to feel less and less uncomfortable as he talked to Sag. For a moment, he almost forgot that he missed home. Not only had their conversation been rather entertaining, but Virgo was also surprised at how in depth and deep Sag could be. Outside her joyful attitude, it was almost relieving to know she had a brain down there, and a rather unique one. He also kept going back and forth between Cap and their relationship. Everything Sag had told him seemed to awful to be true, yet Sag was known for her truthfulness. He was slowly beginning to question everything Cap had told him, because what if Sag was right? What if Cap only ever cared about her reputation? Surely since I’m close with Scorpio, it could be a theory that could work out– Virgo stopped himself. Thinking this was wasn’t a good idea.

“Is everything alright?” Sag asked Virgo.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I was just thinking about Cap.”

“You’re afraid that I’m telling you the truth. Well I’m not a fan of lying, you know,” Sag smiled slightly. “You know, it’s okay to doubt things. Not everything is completely black and white, or perfect.”

“Everything has the potential to be perfect though,” Virgo frowned, “I know it can’t be, but this relationship felt so perfect.”

“But if everything can’t be perfect, why wouldn’t you question it when it is?” Sag raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know,” Virgo shrugged, and looked down. “It’s just that even though I know it can’t be perfect, to pretend that it is sometimes– it just gives me hope in a way, you know?”

“Yeah I get it. It’s like hoping for the best even when you know it won’t be that way.”

“Exactly.”

“See Virgo, you’re never truly alone in the way you feel.”

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Kitty Kai Part 2

Genre: Catboy AU, Drama, Fluff, Humor

Summary: On a gloomy and rainy day you found a helpless cat lying unconscious on the ground. After bringing the cat home, you decided to nurture it, and keep him as a pet. Unbeknownst to you, there was more to that cat than meets the eye.  

Status: Still in progress

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

Word Count: 3,592


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First Time (M - Namjoon)

*Well the title speaks for itself*

-Requests Closed-

Word Count: 1,440 words~


Everything was fine, you couldn’t be happier with Namjoon. Up until recently, you’ve been having these feelings.

Waking up to his naked chest makes you so flustered that you would fall out of bed and hear his morning voice mocking you.

“Hey, beautiful. Enjoying the floor again?”

“Y-Yup.” He helped you up, you avoiding his eyes. You sat on the bed, him sitting next to you simply.

“How could you start the day so clumsily, doll? I’m not even that clumsy.”

“Maybe you’re hogging all the bed.”

“I don’t move that much.”

“Mhmm.”

“Maybe I should just hold you closer next time.”

“I was just kidding..”

“Why you getting all shy, Y/N~? Don’t you like cuddling with me?”

“Q-Quit it.” He leaned in and you pushed him off. He chuckled at you and you hit his arm.

“It’s not funny. This is why I’m more than acquainted with the floor, Joonie.”

“I’ll be careful, baby.” He kissed your forehead and went into the bathroom, obviously going to take a shower.

You promised to meet your friend and maybe she could give you some advice. You picked out your clothes as he came out of the shower. He was drying his hair with a towel around his waist.

Holy shit. How could he tease you like this?

“Go in while the water’s hot.” You walk past him, getting a light smack on the ass to which you whined. You cleaned yourself, your sponge brushing against your nipples. You stimulated yourself, using the friction between your nipple and sponge, slipping your fingers to your pussy.

You touched your clit, biting your lip and praying the sound of water would mask your muffled moans. You left the shower, covering yourself and Namjoon swung the door open.

“N-Namjoon!”

“You take too long, doll.”

“What if I was naked or something?”

“Technically, you are. That towel isn’t going to stay on your body for long.”

“Namjoon!”

“Don’t take it too seriously, I’m only teasing. Plus, you’re not ready yet.” He offered you a smile, you nodding solemnly and he got ready with you. He kept bumping your elbow and you poked his sides in return.

You fixed his cap and he kissed you goodbye. His lips wanted to venture further, seeing how long this kiss could last but he had to leave.

“Have fun, doll.” As he was exiting, your friend walked in. They exchanged byes and she looked at you.

“Hey, Y/N-ie~”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Come on, it’s cute~”

“It’s not.”

“So, have you done it yet?”

“Done what?”

“It’s really cute how innocent you’re acting but we both know you know what am I talking about.”

“I haven’t.”

“You have to test drive a car before you take it home, Y/N.”

“But I don’t know how..”

“Our sweet little virgin~”

“D-Don’t say that..!”

“Sweetie, you have a boyfriend who’s probably a beast in bed and you’re pretty gorgeous. Do I really have to do the math here?”

“B-But.”

“Y/N, what is it really? I know it’s more than you being a virgin.”

“What if..what if I’m not what he wants after all?”

“Then, you’ve been dating an idiot. In all honesty, I don’t know any guy that would go 6 months without sex. Six. He obviously stayed for you, and if that’s the case… I’m going to jail for murder.”

“F-F/N.”

“Now, we need to get you prepared. Namjoon doesn’t know what he’s in for.”

She raided your underwear drawer, finding nothing that, in her opinion, said ‘sexy’. After a trip to Victoria’s Secret and your friend lecturing you on how to be seductive, you thought you were prepared.

But God, were you nervous. She curled your hair, brushing it out into waves and made you change into one of his dress shirts. You sat in the living room, waiting for him to walk through the door.

How were you going to do this? You heard the click of the lock and all breathing ceased. He dropped his bag as usual but you saw his jaw drop as well. You immediately wanted to hide, this isn’t what it was supposed to be.

“D-Doll?”

“Welcome home, Joonie~” You walked over to him, his eyes never leaving you and you gave a smile like she told you to.

“What did I do wrong?”

“What do you mean, Joonie?”

“You’re acting different?”

“Good or bad?” You caressed his cheek, still staring into his eyes as he fumbled up an answer.

“D-Doll, what’s up with you?”

“I just want to.. I want to make you feel good?” He started chuckling to you dismay, grabbing your hands and you pout. You intended to be sexy, not a joke.

“W-What’s so funny? Namjoon~”

“No wonder, I didn’t think you be like this.” You let go of his hands, maybe you couldn’t be sexy or sultry like other women can. You enter the bathroom, wiping off the makeup your friend put on and Namjoon came behind you.

“Doll-”

“It’s okay, Namjoon.”

“Y/N, I thought it was cute.”

“I wasn’t trying to be cute.”

“I know but you don’t need to act like that. Look at me.” He turned you around, making direct eye contact with you.

“I love every single thing about you. It doesn’t take much from you to get me on my knees, Y/N. You don’t need to act like those other girls to be sexy. You already are, and always will be to me. Come here.” He took your hand, taking you to the bed.

You lie down, his body on top of yourself.

“Let me love you.”

He kissed you and there was a pit in your stomach. It was a burning passion, the undying desire you’ve had for him being the cause. You indulge in his perfectly plump lips, the taste only lighting your body on fire.

“N-Namjoon..” His lips travel down your neck, leaving a hickey on your collarbone as he pops open the buttons on his shirt. His hands caress your chest, teasing each nipple in the process before planting kisses along your stomach.

He took no time stripping you of your underwear, wanting to see just your naked body in his shirt.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes..” He plunged two of his fingers inside you, slowly thrusting them while his tongue attempted to distract you. You moaned his name, that being the only thing you could do.

Your voice cracked when he began sucking on your clit, a instant rush of pleasure flowing through your body. He increased his pacing, seeing that you’ve adjusted and you became louder.

He would pull back, leaning over to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. You would taste yourself on his tongue, explaining why his tongue rarely left your pussy.

“N-Namjoon, please.”

“Hmm?”

“I-I want you.. I want your c-cock..” Your cheeks felt hot, muttering such a dirty word but he looked at you understandingly. He unzipped his jeans, massaging his erection before slipping off his pants and boxers.

You weren’t as scared as you thought you would be but he was bigger than you’ve imagined. There was times where you felt him brushing up against you while spooning but you couldn’t properly gauge him.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”

“O-Okay.” The tip was fine until he began to push in deeper. His fingers wiped the forming tears in the corners of your eyes, worrying him if he was hurting you. You smiled, hoping that would reassure him that it wasn’t too painful. It was more like a pinch that stung for a bit before you wanted him to move.

The friction was gradually dulling into pleasure the more he thrusted into you. You held onto him, looking at his face while continued moving his hips. He kissed you, short and quick kisses between his low groans.

You gave him the go ahead to move faster, making him now slam his hips into you. The sweat was forming more beads on his body, giving you an indication for how much energy he was using.

“F-Fuck-N-Namjoon..!”

“Shit.”

“I-I.” You felt the rush first before you could finish, an orgasm no new to you. It was different, at least having clenched around his cock instead of your fingers.

He pulled out of you, leaving to dispose the condom before joining your sweaty body on the bed. He cuddled up to you, you now facing him with your breasts pressing against his chest.

“N-Namjoon.”

“You’re amazing.”

~Admin Blake

Bayonetta   {Sentence Starters} 

  • “Rise my child! Rise to realize your true potential!”
  • “You know, I still don’t get why the hell you drag me out here for these things.”
  • “Don’t worry about quality. I’ve got quantity!”
  • “Those assholes sure know how to get attention.”
  • “Let’s go! Just stay close to me!”
  • “What’s the matter sweetie? Afraid of something, are you?”
  • “As long as there’s music, I’ll keep on dancing.”
  • “I’ll always see to it no harm comes to you.”
  • “But you’ll have to forgive me, do we know each other?”
  • “Hey! I’m not dead yet!”
  • “You only run away so fast because you’ve got something to run from.”
  • “Out to find some answers about your past, are we?”
  • “You again? And here I thought I’d seen the last of you.”
  • “Just a child? What are you doing running around?”
  • “You’re much too ugly not to put out of your misery.”
  • “Damn it! Who did that!? I just bought the damn thing!”
  • “If you get in my way, I will, how do the Americans put it? Oh yes. Bust a cap in yo’ ass.”
  • “I’m sure you will be more than hospitable to me this time around.“
  • “We both know you came here for something.”
  • “You have any idea how much this is going to cost to fix!?”
  • “This is a waste of my time. You’re still not ready.“
  • “Yours is a face only a mother could love, and one I could never forget.”
  • “Whoa! Whoa! You’re getting the wrong idea.”
  • “You’ve been cheating on me, haven’t you? Someone else caught your eye?”
  • “Do I look like I have any interest in children?”
  • “I’ll hazard a guess this isn’t your home, so what on earth are you doing here?” 
  • “I told you there was nothing to worry about!”
  • “You’ve got to be a strong little one to survive in a place like this. “
  • “You’re really not going to like what comes next. I hope you know that.”
  • “Holy crap! For fuck’s sake, that’s overdoing it!”
  • “Monsters? I don’t think you know who the real monsters are.”
  • “ It’s a celebration, bitches.”
  • “You want to touch me?”
  • “ I should have been a pole dancer!”
  • “Right! Turn Right! Get off the road!”
  • “You think you’ve got me figured out, don’t you?”
  • “Do you have anything you really like? Something really important to you?”
  • “You here for business or pleasure? Either way, I’ll hook you up.”
EU referendum

We go to the polls tomorrow to decide whether the UK should remain part of the EU. Maybe it was a little bit difficult to get excited about this one because it felt more like England’s referendum and it’s been driven by Nigel Farage. Perhaps you’ve seen him on the TV once or twice over the last few years. He’s the one frothing at the mouth, spouting his xenophobia at us all, belittling the Romanians, Bulgarians, Muslims, and Turks. A thoroughly unpleasant little man.

So what of this referendum? How important is it? Well, quite important actually.

The Leave campaign has had every one of their arguments debunked, leaving us with a discourse reminiscent of the Monty Python ‘what did the Romans do for us?’ sketch. You’ll know the one, where they’re berating the Romans, talking about how they’ve been bleeding them dry for generations, until someone points out what the Romans have actually done for them. “all right, but apart from better sanitation and medicine and education and irrigation and public health and roads and a freshwater system and baths and public order… what have the Romans done for us?”

And that’s what this feels like. People don’t know enough about the good and positive things that the EU does for us. Like, you know,

1) Protection at work.

2) Ensuring you get paid leave from work.

3) Working time directive, ensuring you aren’t made to work more than 13 hours a day.

4) Rights at work, irrespective of being full-time, part-time, temporary or permanent, in-house or agency.

5) Sickness benefits

6) Equal pay for women and men doing the same job.

7) Maternity leave

8) Parental leave

9) Discrimination protection

10) A cap on mobile phone charges

11) Compensation when flights are delayed or cancelled

12) The right to state healthcare

13) Shoppers rights to compensation and refunds

14) Able to trade across borders

15) The right to vote and work across the EU

And yet somehow… somehow people are taking this stuff for granted. Because they’re only told about how “oh, we have to bin all our bananas if they aren’t bend enough”, which reminds me of the Stewart Lee sketch where he a taxi driver says “these days, you can get thrown in jail just for saying you’re English.” Such drivel. Or the other one, “oh, our fishermen can’t fish so much here because of quotas.” Does it ever occur to anyone why there quotas exist in the first place? Because if fishing is allowed to go unregulated, there is a chance where there is no more fish! That’s it! Imagine in a few decades where the same people say “blimey, you mean we’ve caught the last fish? Guess we should have had some kind of plan to ensure sensible fishing for future generations… a quota of some kind.” Well they’ll have had their chips. Not with fish, obviously, because there would be none.

Instead, the Leave campaign have said the same three words over and over and over. Like a shitty broken record. “Take back control”. When I hear this phrase, I imagine that they don’t exactly have our best interests at heart, and wish to increase worker protection, or ensure benefits are protected, or do any of the things that the EU does at the moment for us. No, I imagine a UK where they scrap every single one of these rights. And when the economy goes to shit and money has to be raised, you can bet your last pound (whatever it’ll be worth then due to devaluation!) that the first thing to go will be the NHS. Goodbye, free healthcare! Still, we had a good run at trying to ensure that people were well looked after by the state.

And lastly, the Leave campaign, in their xenophobic best, continue to point the finger at immigrants. The rich and the powerful, telling middle and working class people that the ills of the UK are all caused by compassionate EU countries allowing immigrants to flee war zones.

Have you seen where these immigrants have come from? The ones from Iraq, Afghanistan et al. You know, where we decided to invade them and gave rise to the Islamic State.

The UK helped to do this.

And now the UK wants to absolve itself of all blame of it? The equivalent of sticking fingers in our ears, closing our eyes, and going “LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU” as we pull up the drawbridge from Europe, shirking from our responsibilities. The UK attitude in this refugee crisis has been nothing but shameful. Don’t give me the “we’re only a small island” bullshit that you see perpetuated in the Mail and Express. Rant for another time but perhaps if Thatcher didn’t encourage the selling off all our housing stock then we’d actually a place to live for everyone. If we can find money to bomb the fuck out of people, then we can find money to help people too. Simple as that.

I’ll be voting to remain as part of the EU tomorrow because of all the good things that the EU does, not just for me, but for everyone here.

i was asked the other day to talk about “too many cooks” on my regular blog - for anyone who doesn’t know, it’s a bit that premiered recently on adult swim, that’s basically a very, very long style parody of 80s-early 90s sitcoms and their intros, along with a bunch of other genre tv shows. you can watch the whole thing here - warning though for gore, violence, and cannibalism. not at first, but at about the 1/3rd point.

now, i could further analyze Too Many Cooks itself, and there’s a lot to talk about there, but what i want to specifically talk about is jokes where the joke, or at least part of the joke, is dragging the joke itself out, to the point that it stops being funny, then starts being funny again. you’re likely pretty familiar with it at this point, as it has rapidly become a staple of anti-humor and a lot of sitcoms and absurd comedies in general, usually playing off of the focus already on “awkward pause” or “cringe” comedy to enhance it.

but it wasn’t always this popular.

i want to talk just a little about the modern history of “dragging the joke out”, at least in regards to television, and how it relates to pretty much the core of comedy, playing with and subverting expectations.

i’ve long held that space ghost: coast to coast was one of the more important influences on TV comedy from when it really shifted gears into being weird all the way to now. it was pretty much the flagship, the mascot of adult swim for a good long while, and its distinctly weird, absurd, out of synch kind of humor. a show you’d flip onto late at night, and it’d just try to get you to stick with it by basically making you go “what the hell am i watching?”

one of the better remembered episodes is Fire Ant, which features Conan O'Brien, and space ghost jumping all over topics, from lighting himself on fire from pure anger over his rejected pitch for a cartoon starring teenage versions of daffy duck, bugs bunny, and himself, to remembering some bizarre, unreal version of his own cartoon, to having a speaker drilled into his skull, to, at the climax, following an ant that bit him all the way back to its home with promises of killing its whole family in vengeance.

not everyone has seen the original “long” version of Fire Ant, however, broadcast all the way back on december 10th of 1999.

in the long version, space ghost follows that ant,on screen, for about 9 whole minutes. no cutaway gags. no interruptions. over land, under water, space ghost follows the ant, humming to himself, occasionally repeating his promises to kill the hell out of the ant and its family.

you can watch part 1 here, and part 2 here.

9 minutes of space ghost following an ant.

it was the kind of thing you could only get away with on a time slot nobody cared about, with next to no budget, with a network at the time that didn’t care what you did, just basically eat up broadcast time and don’t get us fined by the fcc.

space ghost would continue on to have an incredible amount of influence on comedy, especially tv comedy, despite its awful time slot, and its bucking of any and all conventional tv comedy trends. and “dragging the joke out”, though usually not nearly as long as 9-10 minutes, would become more and more popular among shows tools with telling a joke.

now, as for what such an anti-comedy staple of “dragging the joke out” has to do with the basic core of comedy itself, it’s pretty simple, and pretty important to its whole methodology working. a previous post has talked about “playing with expectations” or “incongruity” in relation to a very short joke in Airplane!, but how does it relate to such long, long jokes like in Space Ghost: C2C or Too Many Cooks?

with digging into this, you just about always have to define things first in terms of what, exactly, the expectations are. and the expectation in these kinds of jokes, in jokes in general, is “there’s no way they’ll drag this out for that long”.

but they do. repeatedly.

it’s extremely simple setup-execution, which leaves a lot of room for jokes within the joke itself (you can find over a dozen in Too Many Cooks itself), but the wrapping of all that still comes to “dragging the joke out”. so like with space ghost, where first you laugh because he’s following this ant for so long, or Too Many Cooks, where there’s entirely too many cast members, the laughter then falters some, because they’ve dragged the joke out now, you get it - and then it hits a point where the bit knows that you know that it has gone on too long, and then keeps going anyway. and if their execution, if all the pieces are right, you laugh again because it hit at that button in your brain that still disbelieves that they’d honestly keep going on and on with this one fucking joke. part of the punchline being that they know that the joke isn’t funny anymore, and keep going ahead with it anyway, making the new laughs not being the original joke, but that they dare to keep telling it after its expiration date.

this is what a lot of “anti-humor” or “experimental” or however you want to define it kind of humor gets around to digging into, our sorts of expectations and ideas about comedy itself. they’re not inherently funny, and they’re not always successful, but a lot of it is really about digging into the “rules” of comedy or what we expect out of comedy and seeing how it can twist and change it and flip it around.

it all still ties into those “rules” themselves, though, most importantly being, yet again, “playing with expectations”.

we don’t honestly expect someone or something to go ahead with the same joke for ten whole minutes, so when something does, it subverts those expectations, and, if it’s doing its job, it turns “alright, i get it already” into laughter again.

there’s a lot to dig into here in how “dragging the joke out” can be compared and contrasted with simply repeating a joke too many times, and yeah, there is a difference, but they all have their own methodology and purposes, but that’d be for another post.

what i want to cap this off with is how both the pieces of Too Many Cooks and Space Ghost Follows An Ant play with their own expectations they themselves set up all the way at the end, which is one of the bigger things you can do with dragging a joke out, because even if it’s predictable once you know the basic formula, getting lost in the joke itself, you stop thinking about how it’ll end. after a while, the brain just slips into “so is this gonna go on forever or what”.

both of them have very abrupt, sudden endings. space ghost finally finds the ant family he swears vengeance on, and they’re too massive to fight - so he demands to know what the ant’s parents are going to do about their child that bit him.

then the ant screeches and chases space ghost across the screen, smash cut to credits.

too many cooks, after spending all that time on the intro, ends up at about the only place it can: the actual show. the house is filled with every cast member, and the dad comes home with the old “honey, i’m home” line - only to be interrupted by the end of the show itself, with also a rapidly scrolling credits.

as i said, after awhile, your expectations transform into “this joke will just go on forever, right” or something like it, so the best way to subvert your expectations at that point is for the joke to finally end. and to end suddenly, abruptly, with little to no sense of actual closure.

smash cut to end credits.

Maintaining Consciousness


CAN YOU MAINTAIN HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS AWARENESS AND OBSERVATION AT ALL TIMES?

  • No matter what happens, can you maintain and hold the higher frequencies of consciousness from within you without shifting out of this space?
  • Can you see beneath the surface, see the other perspectives, see through expanded awareness… IN THAT INSTANT?
  • Do you pull away and go inside and observe to see? Each time you do this, this “natural way” becomes more instant
  • Can you interact with others while maintaining this space? Can you do a multitude of processes all at one time, inside, without ever shifting your energy or stepping out of this space?
  • Can you hold the highest frequency of love at all times, transmit pure light, total HONOR above all, and not participate in the old energies/programs- all simultaneously, while still creating and working in the other dimensions, seeing them all, observing them all, every parallel, every outcome visible…. in a waking state?
  • This is HOW WE EXIST in the higher frequency bandwidth realms, as we move through that which held us back, limited us, kept us held to the old gridwork of consciousness, by that which we chose/held inside. We CAN DO ALL things at once, but first we have to go through “not being able to hardly function” as we embody higher light. We have to let go of the need to control all things and allow our higher self aspects to emerge fully and be present AS ONE at all times. We have to learn to do everything all over again. We function completely different here. It looks nothing like before. We have total awareness, total command, total power again AS HIGHER SELF BEINGS MERGED WITH OUR HUMAN ASPECT and we walk as the NEW EARTH HUE-MANS here to assist HUmanity with doing the same.
  • Merging all of our aspects is a FULL-TIME JOB. With this comes those physical realities that match in frequencies and that bring forth all that we truly desire from within our heart. All supports our missions/purposes/roles to be in higher-light-service at all times as we all work together as love, as light, as one.
  • There are many physical realities that already exist that you cannot yet physically see. Each more magnificent than the ones you’ve already experienced, each which appears to be more of the lucid dream. As you anchor light (which feels like you’ve been drugged and distorts your perceptions which brings clarity as it does) you do start to see and realize that it’s always been there, all around you, yet you didn’t hold the vibration before. As you do, all becomes more colorful, vibrant, alive, interactive and lighter. All around you seems to be becoming more conscious, too. Others are awake or waking up, understanding and experiencing more. You FEEL everything around you, the magnificence, the beauty and gratitude, love and brilliance fill your every cell. You REMEMBER THIS SACRED CONNECTION and the subtle and silent tears of utter and complete appreciation and peace run through you.
  • Your NEW Earth Existence comes forth through your commitment and dedication to your own journey and through honoring your Physical LightBody upgrades and integration process, all around you a NEW EARTH EMERGES as you do.
  • This is an entire transformational process that take every bit of you to do. Stepping back and getting out of the way, as a human, is the hardest thing that we all do. Letting our higher self aspects guide us and run the show is necessary, and where we do not understand/honor this, this is where “suffering” comes from. The physical body upgrades to hold light- and it’s intense. This eases and even gets easier as we fall into the FLOW of how all works here. Everything just becomes energy and outside reflects the same. We work through all the scenarios that used to create realities, release the belief, power and energy that were held inside and as they go, the outside world just re-aligns. Simple existence- it’s easy here. Yet all have to let go/transcend all that kept them from this easy existence. Everyone has this (cap)ABILITY… conscious awareness/choice/action dictate how/when this occurs in the physical for all.

-Lisa Brown


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Siiiiiiiiigh as usual, Tumblr is blowing things out of control.

I am gonna say this one thing about the issue and leave it alone.

Now, I know Renner can be problematic (still side-eyeing him for the Jennifer Lopez/Golden Globes incident) but Chris Evans is literally the dude who thinks the sexiest part in Scarlett is her elbow.

The whole “slut” comment was a joke people. It was a sarcastic comment because the interviewers always ask these stupid, ridiculous questions. They weren’t at all trying to be misogynistic or slut shame Black Widow’s character. How I do know this? Because last year when Cap 2 press happened and Scarlett and Chris were asked by an interviewer that involved something a long the lines of “what about their being more female characters” (I don’t have the exact wording but if you come in my inbox I will gladly give you receipts so that you can stfu about this) and Chris and Scarlett were like “NO! No more!! We have enough!”

And yet none of tumblr was up in arms about that? As usual, Tumblr likes to pick and choose which battles they want to fight and rally against when it’s most convenient for them.

Again this cast has been doing press for this movie for WEEKS now and I’m sure they’ve been asked a serious of fucking stupid questions–especially ones that involve Scarlett and her character–by these interviewers, so I don’t blame them for trolling the hell out of them.

This was pure sarcasm. I’m almost positive the majority of people who are up in arms about this don’t follow Marvel and the cast that closely because if so they would KNOW how ridiculous this cast can get during press and that these goobs literally sit there and troll the interviewers solely for their own entertainment just to get through the monotony that are these press tours. .

Calm the fuck down Tumblr, not everything is a fucking fight, I swear.

CAP 3 SPOILERS

What to know before reading:

  • I will be updating this post every couple chapters as I make my way through the book with both summaries of what’s going on and cool, new facts UPDATE // I’VE FINISHED
  • Everything that might be considered a spoiler (some big, some small) will be hidden behind the “Keep reading” bar, so as not to ruin anything for others
  • I have not seen the movie, and although junior novels tend to stick very close to the film it’s adapting, know that some things MAY differ from the actual movie
  • Have any questions? Message me

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TsukinoCon2016 -  Ono Kenshou Q&A Report

Here’s a late report of Kensho’s Q&A at Kenshocon! I have already translated the tweet of the picture with everyone at the panel with Kensho here. Since the people that attended the panel were mostly people in my local cosplay community, I knew most of them!! Also most of the cosplayers that were photographed by his manager for his company’s twitter too!

These notes and translations were all done by me and not notes of the translator there.

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