Author’s Notes: Everyone
knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time
you touched. Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s
memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate
never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of
new to me.” Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards
He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.
olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over. Marinette
thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but
another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.
hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative
to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so
tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.
A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.
She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.
of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and
overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river
of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each
other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot,
otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.
world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl. A
cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone
else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.
felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate
and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s
love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing
buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven
from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an
artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out
just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming
to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the
bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well.
Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in
a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a
reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound
confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black
Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures
staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and
camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes,
once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness,
abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man
he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison
meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The
feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from
the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to
see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was
meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his
childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and
defeating a magical giant made of stone. Sheer pride at seeing her
succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of
goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used
to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love
and kindness? Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and
lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens
pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.
Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and
Adrien choked back a sob.
They had found each other. Partners, yes, but also something more.
The light to his darkness.
The calm to her chaos.
Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.
jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as
she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort
and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up
for all those years of neglect and loneliness.
He clung to her
as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was
too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.
protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could
harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know. But he did know
her, and she knew him.
More than anyone else in the world ever did.
umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the
rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the
love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them
I don't wanna bang Butts, I just think Fallout Butts is adorable ;; I really like larger noses on men, and I see it more rarely than you'd think... I have a Big-Schnauz character, and he is best, also. :}
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - Avengers x female!Reader
Request: Could you write something with Bucky, who is dating a really shy girl who has a hard time talking to people she doesnt know well and the avengers tease her for it but didn’t think it would upset her so much so Bucky comforts her? Thanks! ^-^ -Anon
Warnings: language - some angst - fluff
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: I’ve been watching Ghost Adventures for hours, this show is just such a good meme. Anyways, here’s a fic for ya! I really hope I did the request justice, and I hope you like it! I’ve been having trouble coming up with some ideas lately, so send me some requests !!
The typical chatter and clatter of dinner filled the air. You were at the far end of the table, Bucky on your left and Tony on your right. Vision and Wanda had made a fantastic chicken dumpling soup and salad for dinner, and as the rest of the team ate, they talked amongst each other about their days, recent missions, and other things while you tried to keep to yourself like usual. It’s not that you didn’t like being a part of the team, but you were incredibly shy, and being put on the spot or trying to make small talk gave you pretty bad anxiety. You frequently stumble over your words and can’t really register what someone had said because of it, and honestly, it was embarrassing. You haven’t really been on the team too long. It’s only been about three months, and most of the time you’ve been at the compound has been spent reading, training, or hanging out with Bucky.
The “Lone Wolf” - that’s what they call you. The team gave you the nickname a few weeks after you joined. The name makes sense for you because, like a wolf, you live in a pack. Throughout your life, you’ve only been close to a few people at a time until they would leave you. Eventually, you’d drift back into another pack, but the endless cycle of drifting and being lost has left you with not only trust issues but a shy, nervous demeanor, as well. When you joined the team, you were scared shitless. The combination of all the new faces and people with having to adjust to a new surrounding sent you into a weird state. At first, you spent a lot of time by yourself. You would spend most of the day in your room, reading, drawing, doing whatever you wanted to, until the late hours of the night when you would head down to the training gym where you would spend a few hours releasing your built-up anxiety. Every so often, you’d find Bucky down there. He’d have earbuds in, either lifting an insane amount of weight or sometimes sending a punching bag flying across the room. When you first started going to the gym, the only contact you and Bucky would have was a nod of the head or the flash of a quick, often forced smile, but after a while, you started talking.
Bucky would tell you about his nightmares, and you would tell him stories of your past. Opening up to him felt more natural than breathing for you. You have never trusted anyone so much before. It was like you two had known each other for years, not just a few weeks.
Around him, you feel calm, like even just being in his presence drains you of anxiety. It’s almost like without him around, you’re stuck, locked in a cage of your own shyness, but with him, the lock falls away, and you’re free. He makes it easy to talk to him, and even when you can’t seem to find the right words or a topic to talk about, he still sits with you. The silence between you two isn’t uncomfortable like it would be if it was any other member of the team, but instead, it’s comforting, like you’re both just happy to be near each other. But, around the rest of the team, it was a whole new story.
You frequently stumble over your words, and whenever someone says anything to you, you can’t really register what they had said quickly, and honestly, it was embarrassing. So most of the time you were around the rest of the team, you let them do the talking while you would spectate and occasionally nod or shake your head. Even at dinner, you did your best to keep out of conversation, being too shy to really make any small talk with another member of the team besides Bucky, and tonight was no exception.
“What do you think, Y/N?” Tony’s voice brings you back to the dinner around you. You look up from your bowl of soup to find everyone’s eyes on you.
“Wh-What?” You blink, sinking down into your seat. Heat quickly pools beneath your skin, and your face is burning.
“What movie should we watch tonight? Pulp Fiction or The Princess Bride?” They were still staring at you. You could feel the anxiety starting to bubble in your veins.
“O-Oh, I, uh…I-I don’t really c-care,” you mumble. The weight of their collective gazes hangs heavy on your shoulders.
“What was that?” Tony arches an eyebrow. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Speak up, pipsqueak,” Clint says before taking a sip of water. A few of the other members chuckle. Your gaze drops back down to your bowl and a muscle in your jaw twitches.
“I-I said,” you try to force some more volume into your voice. “I d-don’t really care.”
“Did you guys…hear something?” Clint cups a hand around the outside of his ear. “Some wind, maybe?”
His remark earns even more, stronger chuckles from the group. Now, it felt like flames were licking at your skin.
“I-I, um…I’m tired,” you mutter as you push away from the table, still looking down at the table.
“It’s only six,” Steve calls from down the table. “How are you tired?”
“I j-just…,” you choke as you clutch at the bottom of your shirt.
“C’mon, L.W.,” Tony says through a mouth full of salad. ‘L.W.’ was short for your nickname. You’re not sure who had started to shorten it or when, but the team seems to use it more than your actual name. “Calm down.”
“Yeah,” Clint laughs. “It’s about time you break out of your ‘shy’ shell.”
“I j-just….,” before you can finish, you hastily walk away from the table and head for the elevator to go back to your floor. You push the button, tightly hugging your chest as you wait for the door to slide open. Keeping your eyes glued to your feet, you step into the elevator as soon as it dings. You slowly turn around, the front of your body facing the open doors. As you watch the bottom of the doors close, something catches between them. Your head snaps up at the sound.
Bucky’s metal arm was in between the doors, and they slide back open. He takes a few steps and stands next to you, then hits the button for your shared floor that Steve also lives on. The doors finally closed.
“Hey,” he says gently, placing a hand on the side of your arm. “You okay?”
You could feel a few tears start to prick at your eyes. Your eyes fall again as you avoid his concerned gaze.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you mumble, then clear throat. A few seconds later, the elevator doors open to your floor, and you quickly duck out, leaving Bucky behind. You rush past the open living area and kitchen and into your room - which is across from Bucky’s - and kick the door shut behind you. It didn’t click shut. You turn around and find Bucky standing in the doorway, his metal hand on the doorknob.
“Buck, I said I’m fine,” your tone sounds like you’re warning him under your breath. You sink down onto the end of your bed.
“It’s pretty obvious that you’re not,” Bucky sighs, crossing the room to sit next to you. The mattress dips under his weight. “I don’t blame you for leaving dinner. I would’ve done the same thing if I were you, doll.”
“I…,” you sniffle. “I just don’t get why I’m treated like this. I c-can’t help it that I’m shy and people make me nervous. It’s like I’m just some kind of joke to them.”
“C’mere, doll,” Bucky slides a strong arm behind your back, then gently grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You rest your head against his shoulder, leaning into his embrace. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I should’ve told ‘em to stop.”
“It’s not your fault,” you whisper. “It’s not your job to protect me. Besides, I probably overreacted.”
“I know it’s not, but I care about you, a lot, and I could’ve at least helped you back there.”
“It’s okay,” you sigh. A few moments pass without either of you speaking. You can feel your mind start to settle as the warmth of Bucky’s hold and his calming presences flushes over you.
“Do you wanna watch somethin’?” Bucky nods towards the T.V. in your room. “I can grab some snacks from the kitchen.”
“Th-That sounds great,” you smile through a sniffle.
“I’ll be right back, doll,” he smiles back and presses a light kiss to the side of your head. He stands up and walks over to your dresser. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out some pajama shorts and a t-shirt, then tosses them over to you.
“Thanks, Buck,” you chuckle. He hums in response and turns out of the room.
By the time you’re done changing, Bucky had returned with his arms full of snacks and a few different movies. He had also changed into more comfortable clothing, opting for sweatpants and a loose-fitting t-shirt. After putting La La Land into the DVD player, Bucky climbs under the blanket of your bed next to you, handing you a bag of your favorite chips. Throughout the movie, Bucky would sing along with you to the songs and make jokes about the apparently cheesy storyline. Near the end of the second movie, you could feel the tug of sleep pulling you away from reality.
“I’m so glad you’re in my life,” you groggily mumbled into his chest.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, doll,” a light chuckle rumbles in his chest. His arm around your shoulder gently squeezes you. “I’ll always be here. I promise.”
You hum, smiling, as you drift further into sleep. Then, all that remains is the warmth of Bucky’s existence and the thought of him lingering in your mind.
so after watching Jacksepticeye play it for a while, I decided to buy and marathon the game Dropsy. I have a long-standing affection for point-and-click adventure games, as well as a love for the strange, and so I found the game to be right up my alley. Dropsy is a bizarre little game that gets very weird at times, but I thought it was a lovely and unique little experience. While I did not manage to find everything, I really enjoyed it the whole way through. I liked that the story is told entirely without text but is still very clear, I liked the character of Dropsy himself as this ugly but genuinely sweet character, and most of all, I loved that Dropsy’s main purpose is to try to make people happy. You don’t see that a lot in games, and I really got a lot of warm fuzzies playing this, as it meant that basically everyone you met was potentially your friend, and you want this to be so. The ending kinda comes out of left field, but if you can get past the initial creepiness of playing as a creepy clown, it’s a really sweet game with a lot of heart to it.
Also, can I just say that I’ve always wanted a game with a dedicated Hug Button? I hugged SO MANY PEOPLE in this game. And inanimate objects. Multiple times. :-)
Hey guys! So I’m back with a request! I get super excited when I get requests because I love taking them especially when they’re a rarity for me. So send them! Give me the requests! Also I’m talking to the person who requested this, I have glasses. Don’t be ashamed of having glasses. I can’t do contacts. They just scare me. I don’t like the idea of putting them over my eyes. I’d rather just have my glasses thank you. Anyways this was requested by @imagineswithfandoms.
Request: Hi! I just got my glasses and I feel sorta self conscious and tomorrow there’s this Christmas party and all my friends are going to see me than the day after my whole family so I was hoping I could request a 10 x reader where reader got glasses and she’s self conscious (my situation) and 10 is like they look good and fluff please 💖 Oh and happy holidays to you ❣️
Pairing: 10th Doctor x Reader
*not my picture*
“Ugh.” I said as I took a seat next to the console of the TARDIS. I just took some time off from traveling with the Doctor to go home. That’s when my mom noticed I squinted a lot when I was trying to see something. That’s when she decided I needed to go get my eyes checked out. Turns out I need glasses. I hated the idea of wearing these things. I don’t want people to make fun of me for wearing them least of all the guy who I have a major crush on.
“Hey, you’re back!” The Doctor said excitedly as he entered from the hallway to all the other rooms in the TARDIS. He gave me a quick hug and started pushing buttons and stuff. “So where do you want to go?”
“I don’t know. Anywhere you’re just itching to take me?”
“I have just the place.” He stopped and looked at me just now noticing I was wearing glasses. I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t, but he’s one of the most observant people in all of time and space. “You got glasses.”
“Yeah, I hate them.” I said taking them off.
“No, no, no. Don’t take them off.” He said grabbing them and putting them back on my face. “They look perfect on you.”
“No they don’t. I look awful with them.”
“Who told you that?”
“No one but I hate them.”
“Hold on.” The Doctor said as he ran off. He then came back with a pair of glasses and put them on. “Does this make you feel better?”
“But you look good in glasses in the cute nerd kind of way.”
“And you don’t think you’re cute?”
“No I’m far from cute.”
“Well, I’ve always thought you were cute, but these glasses make you even cuter, which I didn’t think was possible.”
“No, Y/N I will tell you everyday if I have to. I’ll even wear my glasses everyday if you want me to.”
You hummed, setting up your camera. “What’re you doing?”
“Bucky! Just in time! C'mere, sit down!” He raised an eyebrow, but sat down on your bed next to you. “I wanna film something with you, is that okay?”
“Filming what?” he asked, and you explained to him what YouTube was and what you did on it, making videos that people watch.
“-and I want to do a challenge video with you, if you’re up for it,” you finished. “The people who follow me want to see us do a video together, as I’ve done one with almost all the other Avengers.”
“Sounds fun.” You grinned, giving him a quick hug before pressing a button on your camera.
“3…2…hey everyone!” you said, waving at the camera. “Guess who I’m with today!” You wrapped an arm around your guest. “Bucky Barnes, the giant nerd!”
“Hey,” he glared at you, but couldn’t keep an angry face once he saw how excited you were. “What’s this challenge we’re doing, (Y/N)?”
“The chapstick challenge. It’s more interesting than it sounds,” you added, when you noticed that he was confused. You bent down towards your feet, pulling up an opaque bag filled with small tubes of different flavored chapsticks. “Take this.” You handed him a washcloth, setting one of your own on your lap. “So, what we do, is one of us covers our eyes with this blindfold as the other takes out one of these tubes.”
“Okay…” Bucky nodded, listening to you explain everything.
“After the blindfold is on,” you continued, leaning towards him and covering his eyes with the fabric. “One of us puts the chapstick on our lips.” You paused, pulling out a tube and reading the label. “Cool,” you mumbled, spreading the chapstick over your lips before continuing your explanation. “And then…” you took a short breath, glancing at the camera and giving it a nervous thumbs-up. “The person with the chapstick does this.” You leaned over, pressing your lips to his for only a short moment. Before he could react, you pulled away and cleared your throat. “Now, lick your lips and try to guess the flavor.” You looked at the camera, letting out a shaky breath.
“Orange?” You looked at the tube to check.
“Nope. Try again,” you replied, watching as he licked his lips again. You tore your eyes away, towards the tube in your hands, swallowing thickly.
“Has to be something orange,” he said, and you hummed.
“Eh, close enough,” you said with a shrug. “Take off your blindfold.” He did as you said, and you watched his hair fall into his face. You leaned forward slightly, brushing it away from his face for him. “Citrus Jelly Bean.”
“What?” he asked, chuckling.
“Citrus Jelly Bean. That’s the flavor,” you said, showing him the tube before setting it aside. “Now we wipe off our lips with these washcloths and you choose a flavor.” He handed you the blindfold as you wiped off the chapstick. You slid the blindfold over your eyes as he reached into the bag.
“Ready?” He asked after a moment, and you heard the top of a chapstick tube being pressed on. You nodded, and flinched slightly when a hand was placed gently against the side of your neck. A second later, you felt the weight on the bed next to you shift closer and the familiar feel of chapstick against your lips. It only lasted a few seconds, and when you realized that he had pulled away and his hand had disappeared, you let out a breathy laugh. You nervously licked your lips, immediately recognizing the flavor.
“Is this, uh, birthday cake?” you asked, the tip of your tongue dragging over your upper lip. Bucky cleared his throat, blinking and looking towards the camera to take his mind off of your actions.
“It is.” You grinned, pulling off the blindfold and tossing it into his lap. “You got that really quickly.”
“I’ll get something else really quickly, ifyaknowwhatImean,” you said, imitating a bad French laugh afterwards. The two of you quickly burst into actual laughter, the challenge momentarily forgotten. “But in all honesty, I used to wear that flavor all the time. It was my favorite.” You wiped your lips, watching him do the same.
The next half an hour or so was filled with jokes and different chapstick flavors, the kisses getting slightly longer each time. “Well, I think we’ve run out of chapsticks,” you said, looking into the bag that held them all when you started. “So, that’s the end of the challenge! Thank you, Bucky, so much for joining me today.”
“It’s been a pleasure, (Y/N),” he replied, smiling. You did your outtro before leaning off the bed and stopping the camera. You went to stand up, only to be tugged into his lap. “You’re not getting away that easy, doll.”
“C'mon, I need to clean all of this up,” you said, trying to stand. He just tightened his arms around your waist, burying his face into the side of your neck. “Bucky-” you whined, but gave in and stopped trying to get away. “You’re helping me clean this up later.”
Growing up in a religious strict Latino household, Lance was the typical good boy - that being said when he moved out he did go a bit crazy
He can drink and will drink half his weight in alcohol and is more than a bit acquainted with typical raver drugs
He’s thin but does yoga super frequently! He and Allura hit the yoga pants twice a week
He’s pretty damn flexible
Crude but somehow still really fashionable clothing is his favorite
He emulates 80′s club gear, athletic lounge and Urban Outfitters chic at most times
He doesnt really like dressing up for the job but Keith is such a fan of the ties and the ass-hugging slacks and the button ups that he finds the urge to impress his boyf all the time :3c
Lance’s taste in the finer things isn’t as crazy as Allura - who will drop 5k on a handbag in a second but he does love shiny and glamorous things
Good thing Keith loves buying them for him
“Baby don’t these Gucci shades look good on me?” and Keith is already nodding and pulling out a wad of 100s
Keith actually gets paid VERY well, not only because he’s worked his ass off since he was 14 (yes illegally) and has quite a bit of savings but he’s actually an amazing tattoo artist at a stellar shop that’s always nearly booked months in advance!
He has a minimalistic style that derives a lot of inspiration from East Asian influences and his culture being JPN-American and includes black-out and white ink in his work a lot
Lance likes hanging around Keith’s work after they start dating, it helps that Lance has a pretty face so he sort of adopts the role of a desk manager for the shop on days that he hangs around!
Keith’s boss, Ulaz, is the silent and stoic type, but when he’s introduced to Lance, he’s obviously fond of him and nods when Lance mentions he had help out if it’s okay!
It works because Lance has worked as a student helper for profs and a personal assistant for various people
The landlord of the tattoo shop is Lance’s old fling and old boss (:3c find out soon in a misc fic I have in the works ~ )
Shiro has only recently gotten interested in Keith’s love life (as a stress reliever from just about to be married to his childhood love) and since it comes around the time that Lance and Keith meet, Shiro is vastly interested in how they’re doing
Keith finds this brotherly love annoying
It doesn’t help that Shiro PERSONALLY invites Lance to the wedding
Keith and Lance meet in the beginning of summer (Matt and Shiro’s wedding is late July) and timeline-wise, they start dating around autumn - Just in time for Allura’s yearly Halloween costume party
Every year its crazy
It’s the first time Lance has had a steady boyfriend, not only in a while but during this time of year
Needless to say they both get shitfaced and Allura snapchats them to her 1.5 million snapchat followers and its a shit show
Thank you for all of your wonderful writing! I love it when you make a new post. For the prompts, can you do: “I know you don’t want to, but in the end, it’ll pay off. Just breathe, keep your head up, and you’ll be fine.” with middle aged Adrienette?
“I know you don’t want to, but in the end, it’ll pay off,” Adrien said, cupping his wife’s cheek. “Just breathe, keep your head up, and you’ll be fine.”
“You really believe that?”
“No, I just thought it would be funny to say something inspirational and then be an ass about it,” he grinned.
“You succeeded.” Marinette took a deep breath. “I can do this, right?”
“Mr. Agreste can see you now,” the receptionist announced.
“You can do this,” Adrien said sincerely. “Go get him, Bug.” He gave her hand a squeeze and Marinette stood and walked into her father-in-law’s office alone.
Gabriel glanced up. “Ah, Marinette, I thought Sophia said Adrien was with you.”
“He’s waiting outside. I wanted to talk business with you today if that’s all right.”
He gestured for her to continue, moving his designing tablet to the side.
Marinette inhaled slowly and let it out. “I have loved working here. I’m so grateful that you’ve given me the opportunity to learn and hone my skills in such a creative and innovative environment–”
“You’re leaving,” Gabriel interjected flatly.
Keep your head up.
Marinette nodded, meeting his eyes. “I think it’s time that I branched out and tried to make it on my own. It’s always been my dream to have my own line, and while it has been an amazing experience working here, these aren’t my designs and this isn’t my vision.”
“I’m willing to stay on until you find a replacement. The last thing I want to do is leave you in a bad spot,” she added.
Gabriel sat back in his chair, studying her. “I suppose Adrien supports this decision?”
“To be honest, he’s the one who gave me the push to finally do this,” Marinette admitted. “I know it’s a sticky situation with you being my employer and my father-in-law and I don’t want there to be any bad feelings.”
“Unfortunately, Marinette, I can’t accept your resignation.”
Gabriel turned his attention to the large monitor on his desk. “I recently acquired a boutique that will be completely free of this company as far as anyone on the outside is concerned. Since I need a designer to move over to it and take it on, you’ll have to fill that position.” He glanced back at her over the rim of his glasses. “Also, it’s your Christmas present and I can’t very well take it back now,” he said dryly.
And you’ll be fine.
Marinette blinked in surprise. “I…I’m not sure what to say.”
“I wouldn’t give you this opportunity if I didn’t believe you would succeed. As much as I love my family, I try to keep business separate.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She stood and shifted her weight awkwardly in front of his desk. “I really want to hug you but I feel like that might be a bit inappropriate.”
“I’m sure Adrien would be more than happy to take that hug.” He pressed a button. “Sophia, please send my son in.”
Adrien came through the door with a big grin and outstretched arms. Marinette hugged him tightly, realization dawning. “You knew!” she accused.
“Maybe,” he smirked.
“I was so nervous and you knew!”
“I suppose I could’ve changed my mind,” Gabriel said.
“See?” Adrien grinned. “It could have all gone horribly wrong.”
Postmaster “Package for Commander Zavala. Kind man.”
Postmaster: “Package for Shaxx. Oh dear, he hits!”
Let’s talk about our fav Defender and Striker. Because I have a lot of feelings
It’s interesting how Zavala - Defender, the one who is said to be pretty much the most gentle and caring Titan in the Tower - is the one fighting with you and kicking Caballs during Homecoming.
During the Legend Of The Titan questline Zavala says “The dream of the City is all I have left. Every morning, I wake and turn to see that the Walls still stand, and I allow myself a smile” . So, when the Cabal come in and destroy everything - without touching the Wall even - no wonder it makes him angry and makes him go full battle mode. Of course it’s to make sure that the Cabal won’t get past the gate to the evac shuttles, but point still stands.
(sidenote: We need a “Hug Zavala” button prompt for D2)
Because meanwhile, Shaxx - Striker, who is said to be the one who believes that all things in this world can be solved with a strong punch or two - is the one who isn’t fighting and is the one staying with injured civilians to get them to safety. The man who went on a lengthy monologue about how much he desires to fight beyond the walls and tear out a Vex heart with his teeth, how he would
sear the Cabal with his burning Light. The fighting is happening pretty much next door but he chooses to stay behind with the injured and keep them safe, even sacrificing a couple of Redjacks to do so. And it’s been pretty much shown that the Redjacks are his only friends.
Maybe he realized that there is no catharsis to be found in the fight when his Crucible failed and they were unprepared for the attack, and innocent people were dying around him. His Crucible was built to train Guardians and prepare them so a second Twilight Gap wouldn’t happen, and now they found themselves in a situation that was worse.
Also how in Destiny 1 how it’s about all “Praise Light and Light will save us!” and the main menu screen is black.
Meanwhile in Destiny 2 it’s all about “Fuckin’ Gary took our Light!” and the main menu is white and heavenly.