I JUST REALISED I NEVER SHARED HERE HOW I PROVED THAT I AM A CHILD OF HERMES
Long post but here it goes. The story here goes:
I was on a vacation in Montenegro with a friend of mine. We were waiting for a bus to take us to the main bus station so that we could reserve bus tickets for the trip back home. Two buses passed us, one empty that didn’t stop for us, and one also empty but didn’t stop where we needed to go. So by that time we were waiting for an hour and a half, and both had to use the restroom, but neither willing to go to the restaurant across the street in case the bus arrives and we weren’t there to get on it. Finally my friend goes bored and says
“I swear if the bus doesn’t arrive in the next minute I might actually die of boredom.”
Now being a huge greek mythology nerd and fan of Percy Jackson, I often joked that I am a child of Hermes; despite my favourite god being Apollo. I turn to my friend and say something like
“I could pray to Hermes?”
and so I did. I said something along the lines like, “Hermes, patron god of travelers and anyone who uses roads, I, your child, need your assistance. I apologise for ever wanting Apollo as a father. My friend and I need a bus to go from point A to point B. Can you please send us a ride. Cause we also need to pee really bad.”
NOT 2 SECONDS LATER A BUS ARRIVES.
The bus was full but it drove to the destination we needed to be so we got in. We both stood by the door, unable to move foward cause of the crowd. On the next bus stop a woman got off and vacant a seat. None of the passangers that were previously standing wanted to occupy the said seat, and I felt a bit guilty taking it since I just got on the bus. Another woman compelled me to sit down, and when I did I could have sworn that the bus driver winked at me at the rear view mirror. I convinced myself I was imagining it, cause the old man winking at me would cross to the creepy line. There was an old woman standing behind me, so I offered her the seat but she refused saying she was getting off soon. She in fact got off on the same stop I did, about 20ish minutes later.
Meanwhile my friend still stood by the door, in the crowd. 15 minutes into the bus ride two seats next to each other become vacant, so my friend and I occupy them. We both comment how the weird the bus felt. A woman, we now believe is a monster, cursed on the bus driver, saying he didn’t know where he was driving. The driver kept looking at me in the rear view mirror. The bus passed the heard of cows (which isn’t that unusual for that area…but still). So on, and so on. Both of us keep quiet, whispering how the ride felt weird, but not really saying why.
Finally we arrive at our destination. Because when we got on the bus there was a huge crowd inside it we weren’t able to pay for the ride while getting onto the bus, so we had to pay when we got off. The only problem was we didn’t know the price. Bus fairs weren’t consistent. It varied from the destination to destinations and from the bus line to bus line. We had to ask the driver to bill us. I decided I should do it, but was unable because passangers refused to get off until i got off so I couldn’t talk to the driver. My friend stayed behind on the bus to ask the driver for the price and he only responded with “3€”.
That could have ment 3€ for both of us or 3€ for each of us. Since my friend only had paper bills I pulled out 3 coins worth together 6€, in case its 3€ for each of us. I gave 6€ to the driver and go back to my friend, when the driver comes back opens my friends wallet and puts 2 coins in it before handing it back. He gave me a knowing wink, and disappeared into the crowd. My friend opend the wallet and we found that two extra coins worth together 4€. Meaning that no matter how much the actual bus fair was, the driver gave us almost free ride for both of us, or one got a free ride while the other got a discount.
We are still convinced that Hermes himself gave us a ride.
Hi~! Could I request for HC or scenario where MC asks RFA + V and Saeran to pretend to be their SO for Valentines day (Meet the friends/parents etc.) and how they would react and act during their fake date? lololol
This got pretty long. Happy Valentine’s Day!!
you call him up desperately, telling him your friends have invited you to go out with them on Valentine’s day
at first he doesn’t see the problem, but then you explain that they’re all couples
you ask him if he’d be okay with pretending to be your boyfriend just for a few hours because you don’t want to feel alone or to get made fun of
he’s extremely flustered but agrees to it
oh boy is he nervous
he really wants to impress your friends and have a good day with you, because he hopes that perhaps if it goes well enough, he can admit his feelings for you….
he spends hours preparing, but tries to make it look like he hasn’t
he opts for not wearing his hairclips and tries smoothing his hair down as best as he can it doesn’t really work
he comes to your doorstep with a bouquet of roses
“I-I figured if we’re gonna do this, we should do it properly…?”
poor boy is red as a tomato, but you giggle and take the roses
when you head to the meeting spot with your friends, they’re already there
without thinking, you reach out and grab his hand, lacing your fingers together
he is begging himself to just c h i l l
he doesn’t remember any of your friends’ names because he’s too caught up in the fact you’re actually holding his hand holy shit
you guys go see a movie, and throughout the entire thing he’s trying to work up the courage to reach out and hold your hand again
but it’s a romance movie… would that be weird…?
oh god he’s overthinking everything
eventually the movie ends and he hasn’t worked up the nerve
he’s kind of mad at himself
your friends all want to go off and do their own thing as couples now, so one of your friends asks you guys what you’re planning on doing for the rest of the day
“oh… uh…” Yoosung stammers and blushes like crazy
your friends wiggle their eyebrows at you both like oh I see
which makes Yoosung blush even harder and get even more flustered
he walks you back home because he’s a goddamn gentleman, fake date or not
and when you’re standing on the doorstep, he’s not quite sure what to do
“I had a really good day” he blurts out
“Me too, I think you were pretty believable in your feelings for me! I almost believed it” hahahahahaha Yoosung please get the hint
he really wants to kiss you right now, but he’s not sure if the flirty vibes he’s picking up from you are actually just him being hopeful
he decides to take a risk
“I know this was a fake date and everything, but… I was just wondering if it would be okay if I… kiss you?” he’s stammering and blushing and speaking really fast, and part of him hopes you didn’t understand what he said
so when you agree, he’s over the moon
“it’s Valentine’s day, after all”
he leans in and kisses you softly, trying not to show how much he doesn’t want to stop
you say your goodbyes and he heads home
as soon as he’s out of sight he fist-pumps and does a little victory dance, which earns him a lot of weird looks from passers by
but he couldn’t care less
when you call him up and tell him your friends are all going on group outing on Valentine’s, and were making fun of you for being alone on Valentine’s Day, he wouldn’t even wait for you to ask, he’d just straight up volunteer
this is his chance he’s not gonna miss it
he takes it right in his stride and doesn’t appear flustered at all, even if he’s screaming a little on the inside
he’s an absolute gentleman, and as soon as he gets to your door he takes your hand and kisses it
he claims that because he’s an actor, he’s just immersing himself in the role but he actually just really likes you
he’s bought you some chocolates in a heart-shaped box which make you blush like crazy
he reaches out to hold your hand as you head to see your friends
he absolutely loves this pretense, because it gives him an excuse to do everything he’s wanted to do for such a long time but without it seeming weird
as soon as he meets your friends, they’re instantly charmed
wow shit is that guy even real ??
turns out you guys are going out for a joint romantic meal
and Zen is gentleman to the extreme, holding open doors and pulling out your chair for you to the point where it’s like jeez Zen tone it down a little
you draw the line when he offers to feed you your food
you’re starting to feel like he’s taking the piss, but honestly it’s kind of funny, so you’re giggling a lot which makes his heart leap
he loves making you laugh
and he wants to make a good impression to your friends, even if he’s pretty confident they like him already
he walks you back home afterwards, still holding your hand because “the act hasn’t finished yet”
you reach your door and just as your about to open it, he clears his throat
you turn around to look at him, and suddenly that confident air has gone and his cheeks are slightly pink and he’s refusing to make eye contact
you ask him what’s wrong
“I really liked spending Valentine’s day with you” he murmurs, looking at his feet in embarrassment
you’ve never seen him so flustered
“Oh…” you don’t really know what else to say
he eventually looks back up at you “I was wondering if we’d be able to… keep up the act for a few more seconds so I can… kiss you…?”
you nod, barely able to believe it
he leans in and gently presses his lips against yours, cupping your face in his hands
it’s so soft and sweet at totally takes you by surprise
eventually he pulls back and is even more flustered than before
“Sorry… I, uh, I just… I’ll see you around” he hurries away
“Zen!” you call after him, and he turns around nervously, not knowing what you’re going to say. “Call me.”
that’s all the confirmation he needs to rush back to you and kiss you again
you call her up one day, a little hysterical, and so she has to help you calm down before she can figure out what’s wrong
you tell her that your family have arranged a get-together on Valentine’s day and you can’t bear to sit around while they repeatedly ask why you’re single
so, you ask her if she’ll pretend to be your girlfriend, just for a little while to get them off your back
she’s impossibly flustered
she’s never been in a situation like this before, so she’s not quite sure how to react
she thought things like this only happened in movies?
but she agrees anyway
she’s so nervous, and even though she knows it’s not real, she spends hours getting ready
she drinks roughly 8 cups of coffee, which does not help with her nerves
as soon as it’s time, she heads over to your place to pick you up
for a moment, she’s blown away by how beautiful you look
she knows you always looks beautiful, but today it hits her more than usual because she has to pretend to be your girlfriend oh god
she’s brought you a homemade cake that she won’t admit took her four attempts to get perfect
you put the cake away and head to your parents’ house
she’s so nervous
your entire family seems to be here
she had no idea families did this kind of thing
your grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… the house is full
you never leave her side, and she grips hold of your hand the entire time
partly for the act, partly for comfort, mostly just because now she has an excuse
naturally, she gets bombarded by nosy family members about her career and intentions towards you
she tries her best to keep calm and give the right kinds of answers, but she constantly feels like she’s messing up
eventually you can tell she’s starting to get really stressed out as your great aunt drills her about exactly what she’s planning on doing with her life, so you quickly tell everyone it’s time for the two of you to leave because you have plans
as soon as you get out the house, you hug her
she’s nervous - what if your family sees you?? but then she remembers you’re supposed to be pretending to date anyway
she apologises for messing up so badly and you just pull back like
she was amazing in there? she put up with all your family’s shit and barely tripped up at all
you tell her how amazing she was, and she blushes and shakes her head nervously
you smile at her, “walk me home?”
you head back to your house and once you’re standing outside the door she’s ready to say goodbye
“You know, that cake isn’t going to eat itself” you say casually
“Oh, but I… I couldn’t eat it! it’s for you!”
you insist on it until she finally agrees to come inside and have a small piece
you’re sitting on your sofa eating the cake and she murmurs
“I had a really lovely day today, even if it was a little overwhelming”
“I did too” you agree
she looks up at you for a moment, and barely knows what she’s doing before she’s leaned in to kiss you
just as she’s about to pull away and apologise, she feels your arms wrap around her to pull her closer
so she allows herself to get lost in the kiss
Jaehee has never really been interested in Valentine’s day, but it’s quickly become her favourite day of the year
you’re nervous to ask Jumin, because you highly expect he’ll just say Valentine’s day is a meaningless day which symbolises nothing but capitalist consumerism
but you have a huge crush on him so you do it anyway
when you call him up and mention Valentine’s day, the other end of the line goes quiet
you tell him your family are all coming over on Valentine’s day, and you really can’t stand these yearly gatherings that they use as an excuse to harass you about being single
after he’s over the initial shock, he agrees surprisingly quickly and you’re just like…oh okay?!
when the day arrives he’s nervous, which in itself is strange because he’s never felt quite like this before
he knows he gets butterflies around you, but he’s never felt like this
he desperately wants to impress your family
he shows up at your house earlier than expected, because he wants to arrive before your family do
he holds out a small box for you
“I thought that, considering I’m technically your date, I should get you something in case your family ask about it”
you open the box and inside is a silver heart shaped locket with a…
wait Jumin is that a real diamond??
you turn around and he puts it on you, trying to stop his fingers shaking while simultaneously trying to touch the skin of your neck as much as possible, enjoying how you shiver at the touch
when your family arrive, he turns on his charm
they love him
you can barely even tell he’s nervous from the way he’s so smooth and confident, answering every question fired his way with surprising ease
he takes everything in his stride even when your grandmother asks him whether you guys have ‘made love’ yet oh boy
eventually, your family leave
almost everyone individually tells you how lovely Jumin is, and how good you guys look together and what a good couple you make
you’re just like h a h a I wish
when you head back to see him, he looks exhausted
“I’m so sorry about all that” you immediately feel the need to apologise. there’s no way he needed to do this at all. you sit next to him, “They really liked you, though”
“Really?” he asks, seeming strangely surprised. you nod, and he lets out a breath “I’m glad”
you’re not quite sure how to respond, so you sit there in silence for a moment
“You look beautiful” he says suddenly, and you look over at him, shocked
“Oh… uh, thank you”
he reaches out with his hand and strokes your jaw gently
“I hope you wouldn’t mind if I…” he trails off and starts leaning towards you
you respond by leaning in and your lips meet in the middle
he’s so soft and tender, which is a side of him you’ve never seen before
when he pulls back he says “I would very much like to do that more often, if you would agree to it?”
you nod a little breathlessly and he leans in to kiss you again
he now understands why people like Valentine’s day so much
one day you call him while you’re kind of freaking out
once you manage to calm down, you explain to him that your family are having this ‘Valentine’s get-together’ and your grandma kept asking you if you had anyone to bring and you had blurted out ‘yes’ without really thinking about it
when you ask him if he’s willing to pretend to be your boyfriend, he’s not quite sure how to react
his brain just kind of goes !!!!!!!
“It’s only for one day! please, Seven…”
okay wow he wouldn’t have expected you to ask him, so he agrees to it
“God 707, swooping in to save the day!!!”
he’s actually super nervous beforehand
even though he knows it isn’t real, his brain is treating it as though it is
he desperately tries to prepare his ‘707′ persona so he can hopefully be a little more carefree, but it’s surprisingly difficult today
he drives to your house in his favourite babe to pick you up he’s highkey hoping to impress your family with his car
when you open the door he bows ridiculously low, holding out a…
“Seven, is that a teddy bear?”
he hands it to you while grinning and screaming inside oh god why am I such an idiot
it’s a small, brown bear holding a red heart in its paws which has “I love you” written on it
he treats it like a joke, telling you to squeeze it
Prompt: “All I need is your lips
against mine. Right now.”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)
Word Count: 3,077 Words
Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, fluff
Notes: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k Writing Challenge! Seems like I’m really into Punk!Bucky nowadays. Don’t mind my title, I was just searching my ultra long playlist for ideas and this fit slightly.
“Hurry up Y/N!” Wanda calls from the bottom of the stairs.
It’s the first day back at school and you’ll be damned if you’re late. Some may
give you disgusted side-glances because of your enthusiasm, but honestly?
They’re the types of people who are destined to be future gas station
attendants, so they don’t really bother you.
“I’m coming Wanda!” You reply, stuffing your matte lipstick
into your bag and kicking your bedroom door closed. You hurry down the stairs, and
smile at your best friend. “Ready?”
She rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and tugging you
towards the front door. “I’ve been ready since half an hour ago, you just take
so damn long getting ready.” She tells you, leaning against the threshold as
you lace up boots.
“Well, I’m sorry that I put effort into my looks.” You tease, squeaking as Wanda smacks your
“Stop rambling nonsense, let’s go.” She snorts, as you leave
The Incredibles is so great. Like, there’s so many great scenes but the scene where Violet chases her mother and is like “I’m sorry I couldn’t the force field, you asked me to and I couldn’t and I’m sorry.” and Helen apologises TO HER back for asking her to do something so huge out of no where, and reassures her it’s not her fault she couldn’t do something perfect that she had never practiced. Like, that scene is just so good and so pure and I feel like it’s so rare for parents in films to acknowledge they fucked up. Like it’s either that the parents are perfect and oblivious or awful or whatever, but never that they’re people who fuck up and that it’s okay to apologise to your kids!
One of many great scenes though. I also like how Violet didn’t immediately go “Okay, rules are different now, let’s go!” like, even though it was a bad situation she still insisted “You told me not to do this! You said to never use our powers!” and I feel like that’s such a great representation of how kids think. It’s all well and good to tell kids to like, I don’t know, be quiet, but then expect them to scream if something bad has happened. I’ve heard so many bad scenarios where someone’s gotten hurt or something has caught fire or something but the kid didn’t scream because they were always taught to be quiet. They can’t just switch that off.
Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet.
Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.
A/N: Hi guys! This is a little something I’ve been working on lately. It’s only gonna be a few parts and I hope you enjoy it!
“Whoa, hey there doll, what’s the rush?”
Quickly checking if you hadn’t dropped anything, to avoid any more embarrassment on the first day on your new job, you looked up at the man you’d just crashed (face-planted) into.
Hi, love! :) I was wondering if you have like a top ten fic rec list. Just curious to see what your top ten would be. Please and thank you x
So, I’ve had this ask in my inbox all week because I just cannot, for the life of me, narrow down the thousands of fics I’ve read into a top 10. This has less to do with the volume of fics than that I love different fics for different reasons. And just for clarification, I want to give you a list of great fics to read that are not the usual - because I do love many of the fandom classics, but let’s spread the love, shall we? Ok…SO…the best I can do is break up some of my faves into a couple of categories.
He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.
Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it’s a long ride to Glasgow.
Harry finally makes it to the edge of the pool where Louis is almost curled up in on himself laughing in the shallow water. He wants to feel annoyed, his competitive side rankled at the unfair and unjust tactics used by his opponent, but it’s like—
The light refracts off the water and moves across Louis’ skin, darkening the ink of his tattoos, and he looks beautiful, dazzling, still that god laughing down on all the destruction he’s caused. And Harry’s heart is caught somewhere in his breathless chest, like it’s become tangled amidst the veins and arteries whilst trying to make room for wet boys on warm, summery days.
Or, a one-night stand in a small town in Australia turns into a weekend that Harry could’ve never predicted with a boy he may never forget.
Harry moves to the front door accompanied by insistent lightning flashes. He acknowledges it could also be a murderer on the other side and that he will likely be dead in five minutes.
It should stop him. It doesn’t.
Harry decides not to waste another second and calls through to the other side, “Just a second.” He turns the key in the latch and opens it and—everything around him drops away in one long cloud coming into another cloud.
“He came every summer. It wasn’t even a question. Harry and his parents—one step, one real—picked up their lives, packed it into a car, and drove long enough to land at the ends of the earth.
“The cabin had been in his family for a hundred years. There was no TV, no phone, no computer, no radio. There were decks of cards and plastic deer and marbles. There were skis and leaves and a tree house.
“And then there was Louis.”
Or, Harry and Louis meet every summer at the lake.
It’s been two weeks now. Two weeks of tossing and turning in his bed, waking up sticky with sweat, head pounding.
“Your moon is so different from mine, did you know?” the boy, Harry, murmurs, and Louis flushes red, glad the dark of the night hides the blush on his cheeks. Thinking about sweaty nights thrashing around in his bed isn’t the best idea right now. Not here, next to this boy. Some mornings, Louis could swear he wakes up with Harry’s scent on his pillow.
In the light of the moon, Harry tells stories about the places beyond the stars, and Louis wonders about the curve of his lips.
Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.
When they hang out together at other times, Nick is usually more careful. It’s not that he’s expecting Harry to cut off their friendship or something ridiculous when he finds out. It’s that he knows Harry would be lovely about it. Harry would look at him with huge sympathetic eyes and apologise that he didn’t feel the same way, and then he’d give him a huge hug and go home to Louis with Nick’s broken heart cradled in the palm of his hand.
A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.
Oh and it’s smutty…
“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”
“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.
You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.
He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.
You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.
“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”
It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.
“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”
“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.
You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.
Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.
He pressed the button again.
Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.
Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.
“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.
“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”
“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.
“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”
“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”
Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.
He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”
“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.
“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”
You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.
He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.
You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.
“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”
“You are shitting me.”
“What about Derek? Could he come out?”
As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”
“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”
“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”
Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.
Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.
“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”
He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.
“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”
He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.
“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”
“Well at least we won’t starve.”
Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.
You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.
You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.
“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.
“My hands… ”
“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.
“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.
“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”
“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”
He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”
“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”
“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.
But it worked better when it was skin on skin.
Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.
“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.
He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.
“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”
He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.
You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.
As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.
“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.
“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”
“I know. But….just don’t.”
“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.
“It’s.. not that.”
He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”
“You think I’m attractive?”
“I’m not blind, Y/N.”
You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.
“Stop it.” He hissed at you.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”
“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”
You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.
“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”
When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.
“You think…. Me? Really?”
“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.
Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”
“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”
“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”
He gulped before licking his lips.
“I’m game.” He whispered.
Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.
Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.
“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.
He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.
Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.
You just never thought you’d act on it.
You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.
You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.
Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.
It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.
Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.
Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.
“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.
“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.
“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.
“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.
His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.
You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.
“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.
“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.
“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.
Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.
“Do we….. ?” He asked.
“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.
“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.
“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.
Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.
Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.
“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”
He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.
“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”
“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”
Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.
“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.
It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.
You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.
“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.
“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”
You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.
“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”
“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”
“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”
You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.
This morning I woke up to several panicked
messages from friends letting me know that somebody had tweeted a drawing of
mine, claimed that it was their own, and that Phil had ‘liked’ this stolen
artwork on twitter:
This person not only had the gall to upload
it and suggest that they’d made it, but they also criticised the way I had
drawn his face and then accepted compliments from other people, as seen in this
This drawing means a lot to me. Ready
Player One has been my favourite novel for four years now, and I was thrilled when
Phil first mentioned it in one of his liveshows. It’s not a particularly
well-known book, and it made me so happy to hear that Phil also enjoyed it.
I spent nine hours on that drawing. Nine
hours hunched over that damn graphics tablet with a cramping hand and shoulders.
I constantly redrew the pose even though I suck at anatomy because I wanted it
to be perfect. I worked right into the early hours of the morning because I didn’t
want to stop. I was so excited. I knew that Phil would enjoy this drawing.
The only other time I’ve been noticed by
Dan or Phil was in 2015, when I tweeted another artwork at Phil. He ‘liked’ it
and I almost had a heart attack. It was
an incredible feeling and I wanted to feel that again.
Everybody here knows how difficult it is to be noticed by Dan and Phil. Most
people never get it. I was certain that this artwork would be recognised, and I
was correct. It just wasn’t in the way that I wanted it to be.
The art thief deleted the tweet after being
called out (they haven’t apologised or answered any of my messages yet), and I’ve
posted my drawing again in an attempt to have it rightfully credited to me. Despite
my best efforts, I doubt that Phil will see it again, or, if he does, I don’t
know whether he’ll act. The pride and accomplishment that I felt after
completing this drawing has been marred by this shitty, talentless person with
low self-esteem and weak ethics. And what happened to me isn’t an isolated
Take, for example, @phantheraglama and @maddox-rider’s constant struggle with people who repost their art. Or when @arctoids and @incaseyouart
discovered that their work was traced and used in Dan’s The Urge video. I was there when @pinofs found themselves in a
situation similar to mine, when Dan liked a tweet from someone who traced their
It’s not limited to ‘art’ artists either. Some of my friends, @phansdick, @insanityplaysfics and @crescendohowell have their incredible phanfiction
reposted constantly. @moaninghowell, @themostfuniveverhad and @moonlitdan’s edits
have been stolen and posted, too. And this isn’t everyone. These are only the
people I’m aware of, and the ones who are lucky enough to have had their plight
seen by others. There are many, many other artists who don’t have enough
followers to be noticed, or who never get the recognition they deserve because
the thief has more followers than they do, and anything they say is
overshadowed by that.
After scouring through copyright and code
of conduct laws for various social media, I’ve learnt that unfortunately there
is nothing you can really do except report the problem and hope that staff are
able to delete the offending post. Since most phan artists don’t actually legally
buy a copyright, we are completely reliant on the decency of others to prevent
art theft from occurring. Most of the phandom is great and works to support
artists, but unfortunately, the bad eclipses the good. The ‘good’ majority is
irrelevant when there are ‘bad’ people out there, doing bad things.
So how do you stop this from happening? You
can’t. There are, however, ways to make it harder for people to actually steal
your art, a lesson I wish I had taken to heart before this happened.
1. Put your watermark in a
noticeable place and make it your username, not your actual name. Write it
somewhere that has a distinctive pattern or colours that are hard to replicate
so that nobody can brush over it easily.
2. Specify in your caption what
you’d like done with your art. Every artist is different – some are okay with
people reposting their art with credit, others aren’t. Make sure you tell
people what you want, as many people repost things with the good intention of
getting it more recognition.
3. If all else (including nicely
messaging them) fails, report the shit out of the person.
And to anyone who has ever stolen art, know
this: Your way of getting recognised by Dan and Phil is crap. Any reblog, like,
note or compliment that you get is OURS. None of that goodness is directed to
you. You have done nothing but shit on the hard work and achievements of other
people. You’re the scum of the phandom.
I think that Vic, from @incaseyouart,
phrased it really well: It takes many years to develop a fine skill such as
drawing, because to learn is to develop your style by referencing other artists
and material. Tracing and reposting someone’s image, and other forms of art
theft, are cheap ways of reproducing art. It is plagiarism of great effort. Not
only does it steal from the original artist’s feelings of accomplishment and
pride over their creation, it also discourages proper skill development. Do not
repost, create. Do not steal, learn.
I hope that we can start up a discussion
about art theft again. I really don’t want anyone else to go through this
stressful and disheartening experience.
Update: The person has apologised and seems to regret what they’ve done. Phil also liked my post on Twitter again! Thanks to everyone who helped, and Phil for seeing the issue and fixing it :) Even though this was a win for me, unfortunately art theft is still a huge issue. Let’s not forget that.
NEW LOKI COSTUME ;___; - please help me out?!! ❤❤❤❤💕💕💕😭😭😭
I am putting my pride aside and begin this early enough, so I can make it in time for the premiere in London - please donate a few pound if you care to see me in the new Loki costume, taking another photo with Mister Hiddleston, together with my best friend in the world @ThatOtherOdinson, this fall for Thor: Ragnarok?! Please?!
It is really tough for me to ask this, after I thought I had my finances back on track a little (but ended up with massive car problems, having to pay 1700pound, that I financed by drawing commissions. which I am STILL finishing to this day.)
I apologise for this, being selfish and all - but it’s the last chance to take @ThatOtherOdinson down to London for the last Thor premiere. Doing that as a team, since we’ve met only because of the Thor-fandom. I intend to take @ThatotherOdinson to the premiere, because it’s the reason we’ve met and it means so much to us together. He is recovering from mental health issues and had to stay offline for a long time now, and couldn’t even cosplay anymore. So this trip would be a huge boost for his emotional well-being. He never did anything like it and it would be the last chance for the Thor movies, which are his favourite.
( my latest costume, newt scamander is finished now and I’m shooting the pics this month!!! *and another big shoot with a Fbawtft in august*)
If you disagree with my choice to ask for help, please take no offence in it (no hate, scroll on - different people make different life choices, there is no reason for negativity). I respect you totally! It would mean so much for us, to me. It feels like all the Loki-related movies come to an end. It’s so much nostalgia and I feel I can take this role on one more time and make it count! But only with your help!
WHERE TO DONATE?!?! go to paypal.com and send your donation, as a friend, to firstname.lastname@example.org ! Any penny counts ( subject: Loki ragnarok). With all the material, Helmet, shipping, we might look at 500£ overall. I’m contacting my trusted commissioner tomorrow to get a price that is correct. Thank you for being my supportive friends!!! (the money will ONLY be used for the Loki cosplay, and any penny too much, also only for other Loki cosplays. No pets, no lolita, no other characters. just LOKI. promise!)
I will update you all with screenshots of the payment once we’ve got enough, and make sure to provide evidence that all money was used correctly!
Thank you so much!!!! If you can’t donate, please share to others?!
P.S. I have still three cosplays finished here that I couldn’t wear so far, due to weight gain because of prescription pills, but I worked on myself and will be able to cosplay all three this summer. So don’t feel disappointed, Henry V was already tested and I only need to shrink back into Adams pants XDDD - it’s finally all coming together!
- Lance and Allura are relatives/cousins and they live in an apartment together.
- Allura has a beauty/gurú channel called “AlteanPrincess”
- Lance at first doesn’t have a channel but appears in Allura’s frecuently, at first because Allura doesn’t want to do the ask/challenges alone, but eventually the fans requests and wants to see Lance all the time so Lance made his own channel
- Lance’s channel is about fotography, he loves to take pictures/videos and edit them. And the fans loves to listen him
- Hunk and Pidge have a channel together called “Homemade experiments” (inspired in a spanish channel) and they basically made challenges about testing food, making food, testing chemical reactions and crazy stuff, mostly for Pidge’s part.
- Pidge, Hunk and Matt lives together. Matt doesn’t have a YT channel but is allways the one who tastes the challenge food (most than once he finish throwing up) #saveMatt2k17
- Lance and Hunk are BFF and Lance loves to take pictures of his beautiful bro
- Lance is bisexual and proud, his channel’s name is “McBi” “Bitheway” “Bilance” ( idk still working on it)
- Shiro and Keith are brothers (broganes is my reason to breath, fight me)
- They have a YT channel together about them doing extreme sports ( ‘cause reasons, they’re hardcore). Their channel’s name could be “Broganes”
- Pidge and Keith and Matt and Shiro were neighbours when they were little
- They all meet first time in a YT convention and ‘cause they have friends in common they spend all the convention together
- Lance is fan of Keith and is a stress mess all the convention week
- When Shiro mets Allura he forgot how to talk like a normal person. Allura finds it adorable. Matt, Keith and Pidge made fun of him because of that
- In attempt to put together Shiro and Allura, Keith tries to get close to Lance, and Lance is happy to plays cupid, and stay close to his idol/crush.
- Fuck- Lance has a crush on Keith? Shut
- Keith is oblivious
- Lance helps Keith and Shiro in a video. The finnish product is awesome and Keith is so interest in Lance’s work that “accidentally” becomes a huge fan of him.
- Lance doesn’t make challenges but when Pidge challenge him to upload a video dancing “chiwawa- barbie’s version” from just dance he made it with the same clothes even. High score, 5 stars
- Keith saw the video and becomes gay for Lance like hella
I’m blank for now, still planning in drawing some of the stuff but I want to have it writing to not forget it.
If my grammar doesn't have any sense I apologise, english is not my first language.
I accept any suggestions or corrections 😊
- the first time they have sex they both freak out a bit before hand bc they’ve never slept with another woman. Paris shows up with diagrams and Rory is like “wow you’re prepared” but she’s hiding her pro/con list of positions behind her back
- after Lorelai finds out they’re together she wears a “I LOVE MY GAY DAUGHTER” shirt for a month. She buys one for Luke and he actually wears it every now and then.
- they both have high stress jobs but they have a weekly dinner date. they usually end up staying in and having Chinese takeout and watching crappy reality tv.
- if Rory’s experience at a restaurant is less than ideal you know Paris is gonna be pissed. How dare they treat RORY GILMORE, THE AMAZING RORY GILMORE, LIKE THIS. Afterwards Rory says she forgot something and leaves the waiter a huge tip and apologises. She’s the only reason they haven’t been banned from every restaurant in the area.
- Paris goes to Lorelai to give her a heads up that she’s gonna propose to Rory at the next family dinner. “I’d like to make it very clear that I am NOT asking you permission to marry Rory. That’s archaic misogynistic crap, Lorelei. I’m just saying, maybe bring a camera.”
- while she’s telling Lorelai this she slowly has a breakdown saying “she won’t say yes, I’m not good enough for her!” and Lorelei hugs her and pats her on the back and reassures her that Rory absolutely adores her
- Paris starts crying before she can even finish the proposal but Rory’s already saying yes and Lorelai’s cheering in the background like “whooooo! Yeah! Get it!” and Luke is outright sobbing into a napkin
- they try to have a big wedding but they both go crazy with the stress. There are charts and diagrams everywhere. Rory fills multiple notebooks with pro/con lists. Paris is almost arrested for assaulting a florist. They decide to keep it small after that.
- they have a daughter and one Halloween all three of them fight over who gets to be Hillary Clinton
- Paris shares a craft table with their daughter
- Rory likes to sit on Paris’s lap
- one time they have a huge fight and they’re both like “I need to get away from you!” but they both end up going to Lorelai’s ahdjdjhsjsjsbsdjw
I was/am reluctant to post this because it has the potential to become very problematic, hence why it is so short. I hope you understand that I mean no offense, and that I may be unintentionally ignorant of certain facts/aspects regarding asexuality, and its spectrum. Please feel free to correct/educate me on it; I will be very grateful. And if this becomes too problematic in anyway (like if a lot of people take offense) I will gladly take it down.
You lean against Jughead, your head in the crook of his neck, as the both of you stare out at the lake. It was supposed to be a pleasant day out, just to get away from the stress of school and the looming shadow of Jason’s death, but somehow it just felt off. Jughead was being more quiet than usual, his witty remarks and sardonic comments absent from conversation, and he was being strangely fidgety too. He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to you briefly before going back to the lake.
“Jughead,” you mutter, worried, “What’s up with you?”
You should definitely meta about Tony and Wanda and how Tony's given way more leeway for what he's done as opposed to Wanda
Okay so. There is a huge disparity in the treatment of Wanda and Tony. Tony stans are virulent* in their defence of him, while Wanda stans, fans or her defence squad are pushed to defend her or point out the holes in other’s arguments - they’re pushed on the defensive from the start because Stark Stans love to focus on the fact that, as we are shown in the films “Wanda wrongs Tony first”.
*Yes, virulent. Like a virus. They’re awful and as far as I care, should be eradicated.
Yeah, right. Long before Wanda ever touched Tony Stark’s mind, Tony did something to her. Unintentionally. Unknowingly. Indeed, he may not have even been directly involved, it may have been Obadiah Stane’s fault, but, for narrative and thematic reasons, I think it would resonate more with Tony’s sense of guilt, blame and responsibility if it was in some way his fault. If Tony Stark had willingly sold weapons to NATO, who were involved in the Balkans unrest, or to the US government who later interfered in the unrest in the Balkans* - unknowingly making a situation worse with his weapons as Yinsen tells him. If it’s simply Obie’s fault, selling them behind his back, I think it removes a lot of the narrative impact from Tony’s shouldering the blame for his weapons - which he designed, which his company and people he trusted sold, which were then used in ways that hurt civilians, intentionally or not.
*You can read more about the Balkans conflicts after the dissolution of Yugoslavia over Here and Here. Many thanks to @tobermoriansass for helping me with this. Further reading [x][x].
The fact of the matter is Tony Stark’s company - his company then, before he gave over power of it to Pepper - sold weapons that orphaned the twins. The twins, as ten-year-old children, hated the man who, as far as they knew, had orphaned them. Who had sold the weapons. Who had power and money and means and was praised - who, if he had sold weapons to NATO, for use in the Balkans conflict, may well have been praised for his part in such a so-called “peacekeeping” initiative - … and whose weapon had taunted them for two days in the rubble, as they waited above the bodies of their dead parents.
To quote This truly fantastic meta by @eatingcroutons:
With all this going on, Maximoffs would have grown up knowing nothing but war, and with a deep-seated hatred of the foreign powers that had occupied and violated their homeland and people. Orphaned, desperate and powerless, it makes complete sense for them to jump at von Strucker’s offer to become something more. Like many of their compatriots, they volunteered for his experiments when he showed up with Loki’s staff in 2012.
The thing is, in explaining this, I’m not trying to justify Wanda’s actions to you. I’m sure there are many fans of Tony who’re going to insist that that’s exactly what I’m doing, but I’m not. This is simply an explanation of the upbringing and background - and ultimately trauma - that led to her decision. Just as Tony’s trauma has affected much of his behaviour to ultimately toxic ends.
[Source: Where’s The Alcohol?: Revisiting Tony Stark’s Glossed Over Alcoholism. The meta largely covers comics!Tony’s alcoholism, but I think the degree to which Tony drinks in the films, and his attitude towards alcohol, as well as his generally reckless behaviour, all speak to someone with some very unhealthy coping mechanisms]
So there’s that. Both of these characters have severe trauma and that affects not just how they see the world, but how they access and interact with the world. In simple terms, both characters have what amounts to excellent fic fodder! They’re both deeply fucked up with deep-seated issues, a desire to make amends for the wrongs they’ve done:
[Source: Avengers: Age of Ultron, the Battle of Novi Grad. Clint to Wanda, offering her a chance to make amends - which she takes]
TONY:I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability.
REPORTER: What happened over there?
TONY: I had my eyes opened. I came to realise that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacture at Stark Industries … until such a time I can decide what the future of this company should be, what direction it should take, one that I am comfortable with and that is consistent with the highest good for this country as well.
[Source: Iron Man 1, Tony’s press conference on his return, shutting down Stark Industries’ weapons manufacture after seeing what it’s doing to people first hand]
So, if we’re getting into an argument of who hit who first, it was Tony. This is a farcial debate, because both characters seem able to move forwards from this, and grow up rather than clinging to it - Wanda sacrifices her vengeance to defeat Ultron and proceeds to do everything in her power to make amends afterwards, staying on as an Avenger while Tony has been actively making amends since, like Wanda, he was made aware of what his actions were actually doing. If we’re getting into an argument over who has learned, both of these characters have remarkably similar arcs and have both learned a lot from their starting points. Both of these characters lost their parents at a young age due to factors beyond their control, both sought to do something in response to this (the twins fought the injustice of their country and it’s unrest too try to make a safe place for it’s citizens, so no other children would be orphans like they were, Tony spent his entire life trying to live up to his father’s demands and expectations.), and both, when they realised their ways of going about this (for the twins, trying to destroy Stark, who they blamed for much, for Tony, the creation, manufacture and sale of weapons) were doing considerable harm… both stopped, and both proceeded to try to not just make amends for what they’d done, but actively undo it - Wanda fights back Ultron’s drones, tries to save lives on the train and pre-emptively in Novi Grad and fights alongside the Avengers, while Tony halts the manufacture and sale of his weapons, tries to track down his Stark tech and works as an Avenger, trying to prevent disaster.
There’s other similarities too. They both lose people who are either important to them, or who are integral to their character arcs. Tony loses his parents, yes, but also Obie, who turns out to have betrayed him and Yinsen, who taught him what his weapons did, and the loss of Coulson impacts him incredibly - “We are not soldiers!”. Wanda loses her parents, her city and her brother, as well as sacrificing the vengeance that supported her for so long.
They both learn that those they’re working with may not be the right ones - Obie in IM1, but also learning of his father’s work with Anton Vanko in IM2 and the likely accidental or invisible ties between Howard’s presence in SHIELD even as SHIELD was early on riddled with HYDRA and, of course, Ross and the Raft. The twins sign on to work with what they think is SHIELD, only to later learn it’s HYDRA - this isn’t fan speculation, believe it or not, but canon.
And of course, after this, they work with Ultron, only for Wanda to learn his intention to destroy the world, which they of course cannot condone (when Ultron asks them not to get involved on the train Wanda responds “What choice do we have?”). Both Wanda and Tony repeatedly place trust in the wrong people and feel deep responsibility for this. And even Wanda’s continued anger at Stark when she knows he is the better choice than Ultron (“Ultron cannot see a difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that from?”) makes sense - while Tony stopped making and selling weapons for and to others… he’s continued to make the best and worst weapon of them all - his own Iron Man suits, which he has kept wholly for himself - even Rhodey had to steal his suit, because Tony trusts so very few people. Indeed, like Steve, in some ways he does believe that sometimes the best hands are his own, even if he is very willing - and may even in a way find it comforting - to be held accountable for things.
There’s also a big one left. A really big one. A huge big one. And while every Stark Stan may try to justify it, it only goes to show the huge disparity between how Tony’s anger is treated vs. Wanda’s.
[Source: Captain America: Civil War. Tony stating his intent to kill Bucky Barnes for the death of his mother - a death Bucky was not in control of, as the brainwashed Winter Soldier, but is being blamed for anyway, and a death long ago.]
[Source: Avengers: Age of Ultron. Wanda putting fear into Tony Stark’s mind in order to bring about his downfall - an action done under the belief that blame was to be placed at Tony’s feet, regardless of if it was or not, and for deaths long ago.]
This is where the disparity comes in - a huge disparity, a disparity that I am pretty damn sure has it’s roots in classism, racism and sexism.
Tony is allowed to attack Bucky. He’s defended for it. He’s given justifications. And after it all, his fans still write fics where he apologises to Bucky and everything is fine and dandy. Wanda, on the other hand, is vilified. Is insulted from here to hell and back, is blamed for everything Tony does wrong from AOU onwards, is used to justify Tony’s every action - even Tony’s insults towards her:
“It’s a 100 acres with a lap pool. It’s got a screening room. There’s worse way to protect people. She’s not a U.S. Citizen and they don’t grant visas to Weapons of Mass Destruction.”
[Source: CACW, Tony to Steve, justifying Wanda’s illegal house arrest that happened against her knowledge… which kind of invalidates a house arrest when the person could break it simply by popping out to the shops.]
People buy into the in-universe media’s narrative that Wanda caused the explosion (she didn’t. We literally see Crossbones setting off the bomb he’s wearing). There are people who call her a murderer because she couldn’t contain an explosion - even though she contained it long enough to get it out of range of the people in the market, undoubtedly saving all of their lives. Indeed, the onus there if anything should have been on Steve, the one who was directly confronting Crossbones - but he got distracted, and Wanda, an Avenger still being trained up, still without a full grasp of her powers, had to step in when the bomb was set off.
Captain America: Civil War. Wanda self-flagellating over her perceived failure to save the lives of the Wakandans.]
Wanda displays much the same hallmarks as Tony Stark, has a very similar arc and very similar responses to trauma and mistakes (drive for vengeance and desire to make amends most notably).
And yet, Wanda is blamed, insulted, vilified. Tony Stark is praised, defended and others are trodden down so he may be raised up. Why is this?
It’s really very very simple:
Tony is a cis male (ostensibly) straight guy, born and raised in America to immense wealth, with a genius level intellect, constant snark and Daddy issues to make even Tyrion Lannister or goddamnit Jon Snow cry. He’s America’s 1%, he’s got guilt issues up the wazoo and his sarcasm and snark makes him many people’s favourite archetypes in one - and so they defend him to the death.
What’s Wanda got?
Wanda is a woman from Eastern Europe who grew up first in a block of flats which were later destroyed due to the war-torn nature of her home country and from then, is said to have lived on the streets according to Marvel. She and her brother were deeply codependent as a result of their trauma, and, in order to have the power needed to take the vengeance they had sought since they were ten (reminder! they were children when they imprinted on this idea) they let themselves be experimented on by people they later learned were Nazis.
Oh, and she actually managed to in-part take that vengeance on Stark.
That’s the reason she’s hated. She’s a woman. She’s Other with her Eastern European accent. She’s Different with her powers no one can explain. She was poor. She’s foreign and lesser and a she. And then she attacked a fandom fave due to misconceptions that she believed in her whole life - that her upbringing and country only continued to emphasise:
[Source: Avengers: Age of Ultron. Sokovian graffiti of Tony Stark as Iron Man, his face plastered over with dollar signs.]
It’s xenophobia. If you count in the Roma and Jewish background of the twins in comics, then it’s also racism. It’s certainly sexism, likely classism. These things mean that few will consider her… for her. For her character arc, for her trauma. Few will sit down and notice the similarities between her and Tony, few care. Instead, they hate her for her act of vengeance. They don’t try to understand why.
[Source: Captain America: Civil War. Vision explains the science behind the fear response to Wanda due to her powers in-universe. And yet - so few both in the MCU and out of it - where it doesn’t actually matter - care to delve into the whys and werefores and Wanda’s treatment.]
They just hate.
And it fucking sucks.
End Note: If you should want a truly excellent fic written to battle these issues with how Wanda is perceived and treated in and out of universe, may I recommend to you all Soldier, Weapon, Stranger, Monster by the wonderful @tobermoriansass, who has been such a help in writing this meta.
Yes the wynonna earp show made you feel uncomfortable with that ending because IT’S SUPPOSED TO
You’re supposed to feel creeped out and scream WHAT THE FRICK at the TV because an actual freaking demon is possessing these people!
It wasn’t written in a way to ~satisfy~ any incest storyline whatsoever, Emily andras clearly doesn’t shy away from shock and in a show where wynonna constantly gives people the finger, something like a 1 second peck of a demon kissing wynonna on the lips in her sisters body isn’t out of the ordinary. This show from the very beginning has been completely different from any other I’ve seen, and especially with live tweeting last night you just know it was written in a way to be a huge ass plot twist.
Stop doing that “tumblr thing” and being offended when it wasn’t written to specifically trigger you, it was a demon possession. Haven’t you seen the exorcist? It gets a little bit more crazy than that let me tell you..
something I've always found confusing is how a lot of the fandom characterizes jungkook as cold, unemotional, unfeeling, and i just don't see that at all. while I definitely can see him not liking to show emotion, he definitely seems to have a lot of them and seems to also be a very sensitive/empathetic person. he may not show it how Jimin does but I also think it's obvious how much he cares for others and I can't see him openly disregarding others feelings without feeling super guilty about it-
i think people disregard his sweetness and shyness to in favor of using his physical appearance and on stage persona to “prove” these fandom characterizations. is there anything in his charts to show why ppl might view him this way? do you think there’s some true to this view ppl have of him?
Hello, my dear observant anon. First of all, sadly that’s Kpop at its best. It sells characters, not the actual people involved - so it’s very common for the public to confuse what they’re watching / consuming with who those artists really are. With Jungkook it’s even more common, in my opinion, because the guy is very awkward and constantly overwhelmed by his fame (he truly loves it, there’s no doubt, but he hates the darker parts of it and doesn’t know how to deal with them at all - Mercury in Virgo Retrograde combined with possible placements in the 12th and 11th, taking we don’t know his birth time). So he not only strictly shows what’s allowed of him (he doesn’t subtly rebel like Taehyung) but he also doesn’t even know where to begin when actually acting the way he wants to. Jungkook has a real hard time expressing his feelings, he’s always been shy - but growing up in the business that he did things got even worse and nowadays I often worry that it’s hard for him to separate his real personality from what’s being imposed onto him. Makes sense? He’s been trained to act a certain way since a very young age so although he’s different from it it’s hard for him to properly express himself since he wasn’t ever truly allowed to do it. He’s very restrained and that can come off as cold or unemotional but it’s really just the case of Jungkook feeling trapped in many ways.