Summery: Derek’s newest beta keeps causing trouble, so one afternoon he gives her a punishment.
Warnings: 18+gif undercut, sex, Alpha!kink
It was no secret that Derek had a soft spot for you, it was
why you got away with so much. As soon as he’d turned you, you wrapped yourself
around his protective instinct, making it easy to get what you wanted.
It started innocently, freshly turned, thunderstorm firing overhead,
you’d hung onto Derek like a koala bear. But then it stuck, if you needed
comfort you’d seek out Derek, who convinced himself it was better him that
Scott or one of the betas. Then Stiles pointed out all the other things,
batting eyes, pouting, the fake bad moods until you delightedly got Derek to
Which was how the “detox war” started. Unfortunately for
your alpha, his instincts screamed that pushing you away would mean pushing you out
of the pack. Completely unaware that it was having the opposite effect.
Now that he's in his 40's, did Marco ever reclaim his sick abs, sword, and dragonbike he got while earning his scissors?
I think he matured past the ‘adventuring’ phase of his life, since he’d rather be with his family, but I think he got Nachos back. It’s be cool to see Nachos and Cressida interact, since Cressida has nacho cheek marks!
He still got those sweet, sweet abs. Ooooooooh, yes.
Lucky Star gets to touch them more than you’d think.
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I was wondering recently why Yuri on Ice seemed to be so different and fresh to me and why so many people get so emotionally engaged with it. There is definitely a nice animation and great characters and representation and such a beautiful love story but I felt like there was something in the narration layer that I couldn’t name until I compared yoi storyline to the most common schemes.
When you look at most of the pop cultural stories, especially those where main plot focuses on sport, you’ll see that there is that one scheme they all follow - you have a hero who has talent but lacks something (like a good mentor or hard work or confidence), he finds a motivation to win (it may be anything from parent’s death to wish to impress a girl) and he finds a dedicated coach, he trains, he loses, he learns something about himself, he wins, he gets an award. This is the basic way of constructing such stories and it’s catchy because we all want to believe that we are able to fight our weaknesses and win by ourselves. You may modify this scheme to a large extent but the main core will always be a single hero who needs to grow in order to win and actually I think that this scheme is present in Yuri on Ice but in Yurio’s not Yuuri’s story. Yurio has talent, lacks hard work and needs to learn something about himself, his skate-off with Yuuri gives him a motivation to win, he trains hard, he loses, he grows, he wins. This doesn’t make his story or his character less interesting but I wanted to give you an example of what am I talking about so I could compare it to Yuuri’s story.
So now, where is Yuuri’s plot different you could say. Well, in a way you could find all those elements in Yuuri’s story too but his development is where it all turns to be innovative. You see in the basic scheme the hero needs to learn to win by himself while Yuuri has got to that point a long time ago. He had all of that: his motivation, his hard work, most of his abilities, his own strength before he met Victor. He was fighting by himself for five years before and even if his anxiety makes him look like a weak loser it is obvious he is already beyond that “learning about myself” phase. Even this confidence Victor helps him to find he already had just hidden. Yuuri knows his emotions and some of his strengths and most of the weak points himself and either he wins or loses those minor competitions it doesn’t change him too deeply. But what Victor gives him is the belief that he doesn’t have to fight by himself anymore. Not in a “you can learn from other people” or “teamwork is important” kind of way (’cause they are still used in most of the stories) but in acknowledging that you may become better if you let someone close to you (this lesson applies to Victor to btw but he is not the main hero so I’ll skip this part).
I won’t say this reverses the scheme completely as this is still some kind of personal development that helps to win (though the fact that Yuuri does not finally win is interesting by itself) but it definitely changes the subtext of the whole story. We like stories about heroes fighting by themselves because we often struggle with our problems alone and we need to believe me can do it. But Yuri on Ice gives us the idea that thought you are strong enough to fight maybe you don’t have to fight alone at all. I guess this is why it has such a great emotional impact because in a world that tells you all the time that it’s only for you to win the story of someone who still needed help even if he already was strong and beautiful is really hopeful, positive and in a way more realistic then the basic “hero can only win by himself” scheme.
There is also the whole layer of how Victor doesn’t fit to the standard portrayal of a mentor figure but I think this is quite easy to spot and maybe let’s not make this longer than it has to be but the last quick reflection I had is that the most common way of portraying romantic relationships in the sports stories is either when the hero needs to sacrifice his relationship in order to focus (which is the trope I personally hate) or when he wins the attention of his love interest by winning the final competition (so the love is somehow a reward then). What is great in Yuuri and Victor’s relationship is how Yuuri doesn’t have to win to prove his worth to Victor. Almost from the beginning, Victor knows Yuuri’s flaws and he falls for him anyway. So Yuuri is not only given support that helps him to become better but also he doesn’t need to earn that support. Which I think again is quite moving because everyone dreams of this kind of relationship. We are all scared that we are not good enough to let someone help us in the first place and this is where yoi tells us it doesn’t have to be this way.
I’m sure there are much more tropes that are reversed in yoi and there is the whole narration layer that is also quite original but as storytelling is what I have the most experience with I decided to focus on this aspect only. And I may be wrong I just like to find and discuss narration schemes so please argue if you disagree but I love the fact that even when yoi takes those basic narration schemes it uses it to send a very positive message across and for me it could be a reason why there is such an enthusiastic fandom around it - because this anime exchanges the story of fighting alone for a story about growing in a relationship though it does not change a sports story for a cheaply romantic one.
It’s the night of the Oscars. Actors and actresses fill the red carpet, pausing for pictures and stopping by for interviews.
Harry Styles, amongst others, is one of the most anticipated guests of the night. His spectacular performance for his role as “Alex” in his first solo film, “Dunkirk”, earned him a nomination for “best actor in a supporting role.” The film itself is nominated for several categories.
“How are you feeling tonight, Harry?” an interviewer from E!News, Zuri Hall, asks.
“Great,” he responds, rubbing his hands together and bringing it to his lips. “’m very happy to be here.”
“You look dashing!” she exclaims.
“Thank you,” he responds, smiling politely.
“I love the suit. Who’s it by?” Zuri asks, eyeing his all black ensemble with a hint of glimmer.
“Alessandro Michele— Gucci,” he answers.
The interviewer smiles in admiration of the handsome gentleman standing before her in his designer suit. “You have had quite the year,” she tells him, “or couple of years, I should say. Your album topped the charts and now Dunkirk.”
Harry chuckles humbly, refusing to admit his continuous rise to success. He simply says, “It’s always an honor to work alongside such talented individuals and to be entrusted with such a responsibility— every day has been a good one. I can’t thank ev’ryone enough.”
“What will you do if you win ‘actor in a supporting role’?” she asks.
Harry thinks for a short moment. “I think might cry,” he says jokingly, earning a laugh from the interviewer. “It would be quite the honor,” he goes on to say.
“Have you gotten a chance to catch up with anyone here yet?”
“Umm,” Harry hums, fingers slightly pinching his lips and his eyes roam around, “No, I haven’t run into anyone yet. I think they’re busy.”
The interviewers giggles and nods her head in agreement. Her eyes quickly scan the area and lands on [Y/N] walking by in a beautiful gown. [Y/N] is a young A-List actress nominated for her leading role in a romantic film. “[Y/N]!” she calls out as [Y/N] passes by her and Harry. [Y/N] catches sight of Zuri who gestures her over. [Y/N] lifts the bottom of her gown and walks carefully up the stairs. “I’m so sorry! I feel like I’m interrupting!” [Y/N] laughs and she’s greeted with a hug from Zuri.
“Hello,” [Y/N] says to Harry, extending her hand, “Pleasure to meet finally meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he grins, exposing his deep dimples and smile lines. He takes [Y/N]’s hand and leans in to press his cheek against hers.
“Have you two not met before?” the interview asks in astonishment.
“No, we haven’t formally met,” Harry chuckles.
Zuri gasps. “Well I’ll be darned! [Y/N], Harry. Harry, [Y/N],” she introduces them, motioning from one to the other. “Harry hasn’t come across any of his co-stars yet,” Zuri tells [Y/N], “I thought he could use a friend.”
[Y/N] laughs, “Lucky me, I’m a fan.” She turns to Harry and says, “Congratulations on your nomination. ‘Dunkirk’ was a great film.”
“[Y/N] is nominated for “actress in a leading role’,” Zuri says to the camera.
“Thank you very much,” Harry bows his head, “Congratulations to you, too. You look beau’iful, by the way.” Harry smiles, looking adoringly at [Y/N].
“Yes! Give us a twirl!” Zuri says excitedly. Harry holds [Y/N]’s hand over her head as she twirls her grown for the camera.
A giggle comes out of [Y/N] as she smiles at the ground, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” she says to Harry, “And what about you? You look very handsome, if I may say so myself. Doesn’t he?”
“Oh, stop,” Harry laughs.
Zuri notices [Y/N] and Harry both smiling, looking fondly at one another. “Alright, I won’t hold the two of you up any longer,” she says. “You’ve got a busy night. Thank you so much for stopping by, Harry and [Y/N]. Good luck to both of you tonight.”
[Y/N] and Harry thank Zuri. The camera focuses on [Y/N] and Harry as they make their way off the platform. Zuri watches as Harry helps [Y/N] down the steps. “Here, let me help you,” Harry says. He holds out his hand for her to take as her other hand lifts the front of her gown off the floor.
“Did you come here with anyone tonight?” Zuri overhears Harry ask once off the platform. The camera remains on the two, capturing the candid moment. [Y/N] grins and shakes her head no. “I did not,” she tells him, “I’m a solo flight, tonight. How about you?”
“No, just me,” he answers. “You look beau’iful.”
[Y/N] giggles bashfully and fiddles with her dress, “You said that already.”
Harry buries his face in his hands as he feels his face flush red. “I’m sorry,” he chuckles, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Don’t apologize,” [Y/N] tells him, removing his hands from his face. “I love your music; I’ve got tickets to your show next month.”
Harry gasps, “No way! Where? Come back stage…” The two walk away from the camera’s view with Harry’s hand placed on [Y/N]’s back, leading her.
The camera refocuses on Zuri. “Did anyone else catch that?” she chortles at the camera, “Well, if that ever happens, you saw it here first, on E!News. I’m Zuri Hall, from E!News and your celebrity matchmaker.”
Kinda crackish, but what do you think of the theory that Shiro and Keith used to be rivals?
Hmm,,, I don’t think I’d say “rivals” exactly? Because, Keith doesn’t actively seek out that sort of thing. Lance is the one who decides they’re “rivals” and keeps needling and provoking him until Keith starts to snap back; Keith only gets so competitive with him because he’s baited into it. And even then, by season 2, he’s more so trying to mitigate the whole rivalry thing, trying to bridge the gap between them–apologizing when he upsets Lance with his blue lion comment, promising to stay far away in the pool, not even objecting when Lance calls him a hothead in BOM. Anyway, I don’t see a sheith rivalry happening since I don’t think either of them would really instigate it.
What I can imagine though is that maybe Keith wanted nothing to do with Shiro at first. We know Shiro really changed his life, but there are a great many people who are adverse to change. It means dragging you out of your comfort zone, forcing you into uncharted territory. Just by simple virtue of that alone, Keith might have resented him. Maybe Keith had difficulty adjusting to garrison life at first, and Shiro tried to help him out–which Keith took as an insult. That sort of thing could feel patronizing, humiliating; he doesn’t need help, he doesn’t need anyone.
Keith saying that everyone else gave up on him is monumental. Here’s someone who’s been abandoned and turned away time and again, who has never known a single person willing to stay with him. And then along comes Shiro with his warm smile and careful temperance, and maybe Keith hates that. Maybe he’s sick of disappointing everyone and always being left behind, hates the idea of letting someone get too close again. Shiro just seems too cloyingly good to be true, and Keith doesn’t dare let himself believe it. No sense getting his hopes up when it always ends the same, when no one’s ever stayed–
But Shiro is determined, and somewhere between breaking records in the sim and amidst quiet murmurs of “Patience yields focus,” he worms his way under Keith’s skin.
Alright Yoongi stans: get ready for battle stations.
The song Yoongi produced for Suran, “Wine”, has been nominated for Best Female Solo Performance for MAMA 2017. Idk about you, but I think earning him this award would mean the world to him, as a songwriter and producer. Sure he’s part of bangtan, and that’s equally as important, but imagine what it would do for his career and his confidence if a song that HE PRODUCED won a MAMA award.
I think most armies are getting ready to vote like hell for MAMAs anyway, but I think we should really strive to get Yoongi this award. I think he’s earned it :)
Summary: You come home from work and you’re greeted by a very sexy man named Bucky Barnes who gives you a surprise in the shower.
You sighed with a smile as you looked down at your phone, scrolling through the endless amounts of texts that your boyfriend, Bucky, had sent you throughout the day at work.
8:15 : hey i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.
9:00 : i love you.
9:50 : i miss you. can i come and visit you?
10:45 : i just jacked off again :/
10:46 : ^i was thinking about you
12:00 : babe
1:15 : when are you coming home?
2:28 : BAbe i miss youuuu come homeeee
4:36 : i guess i’ll try and wait for you…
5:54 : are you on your way yet?
You giggled as you texted him saying you were just getting to your car. Shutting off your phone, you reach into your purse for your car keys and open the door to your car. Looking at the time, 6:05, you push the key into ignition and hear the sound of the car as it comes to life. You back out and make your way down a variety of roads that lead to you apartment where you boyfriend was supposedly waiting. You park your car, grab your bag and head to the door of your apartment. Slipping the key through the hole, you hear someone say shit! and hear the sound of pants being zipped up. Once the key was fully in, you turned it and opened the door to see Bucky standing there nervously.
“Hi Bucky.” You say with a laugh and you take off your purse, setting it on a small table you had placed neck to the door, merely just so it could hold your purse. As you hung up your coat, you hear Bucky clear his throat.
“H-hey Y/N. How was your day?” He says anxiously as he runs his metal hand through his hair which turns you on more than it should’ve.
“It was great. How was yours?” You say looking at up at him which a smirk.
“U-hm… fine.” The way he stuttered when he was nervous or up to something always made you laugh.
“Alright. So I’m gonna go take a shower and while I do that, get dinner ready and figure out a good reason to tell me what’s going on.” You say as you make your way over to the bathroom, shutting the door with a smirk, leaving Bucky standing in the hallway helpless.
Once the door was shut, you took out your hair, and washed off some of the makeup you had put on for work. Then you took off your jeans and panties, your shirt and bra which seemed a little to small now that you looked at it. Shrugging it off, you turned on the radio that you kept stationary inside the bathroom because you loved listening to music while you were in the shower.
Humming to yourself, and just finishing washing your hair, you didn’t hear the bathroom door open. You opened your eyes, which were squeezed shut from the shampoo, and you see Bucky standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, in nothing but a towel wrapped around his body, displaying his v-line very well.
“B-Bucky? I thought you were making dinner?” You say as Bucky takes off the towel, stepping into the shower, suddenly making the air very thin.
He. Was. Huge.
But it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him. You’d seen him plenty of times, but this was making you more aroused than you’ve ever been.
“Why make dinner when what I want to eat is right in front of me?” He says in a low voice full of lust, as he pushes you up against the wall, crashing his lips onto yours, causing you to go limp in the legs. You moaned into the kiss as he slid his hand down to where you needed him most. “Doll, I’ve been waiting-” He paused to say and deepen the kiss. “-all day-” He says as his hands roam all over your wet body. “-to please my princess.” He began to lift you up and put you on the little ledge in the shower, spreading your legs apart, but only kissing your thighs.
He’s teasing you.
“B-bucky…P-please…” You cried out as you brought your hand to your pulsing clit and were about to please yourself if he didn’t.
“Please what, Doll?” He says as he looks up at you with his icy blue eyes as he continued to kiss your inner thighs. “I need words, Y/N.”
“F-fuck me w-with your t-tongue.” You say wincing at the amount of arousal in between your thighs.
“As you wish.” And with that, Bucky’s tongue went to where you needed him most.
“Oh myy GOOOODDDDDD!” You say as your eyes roll to the back of your head and grab his head to keep him in place. The wonders his tongue was doing to you right now, if he continued like this, he would send you over the edge in no time. Then to your surprise, Bucky brings his flesh hand up to your neck, and chokes you. But this turns you on even more. “You like that, Doll? You like it when daddy eats you out in the shower?” You nodded your head vigorously as you can feel yourself getting close to your orgasm.
“B-Bu…shit…’m gonna…’m gonna cum…” You repeat over and over as if it were a mantra only to ear a “Come for me, Baby. Come all over my face.” And just with that last sentence, you screamed as your orgasm over came your shaking body.
“T-That was-” But you couldn’t finish your sentence because Bucky had brought his lips to your but this time it was a gentle kiss.
“Doll,” He says as he broke the kiss, “We’re not done yet.” You gulped as you nodded your head and looked down to his throbbing cock, tipped with precum. He stands you up and pushes you back up against the wall so that you’re facing him as he thrust himself into you, filling you up all the way, earning a moan from both of you. “B-babe… You’re s-so tight…’m not gonna…last.” He pants as he begins to reach a good pace.
“H-harder…” You moan out as you bring your hand down to your pulsating pussy, creating more friction. Bucky growls and obeys your command causing you to moan even louder at the change in tempo.
“Y/N…” He says between thrusts, “You’re so good for me… so good…” You can tell he’s getting close because his thrusts are getting sloppier by the moment, but to make sure you come first, he pushing your hand away from your core, and replaces it with his metal one, rubbing your clit at a rapid pace. Then you feel your walls clench around him as you scream out his name as your second orgasm chases after, and his follows.
“Ahhh– ffffuuuucccccckkkkkk Y/N!” He says as he spills his seed inside of you. Nobody moved until Bucky pulls out. “I think I’m full now. What about you?” He says which earns a chuckle from you.
“Buck, only if I had known-” You tell him as you stand up and walk over to the shower head to clean yourself up, then grabbing a towel you had left for yourself, and wrap it around your body. “-i would’ve been home much earlier.”
“I know you would’ve, Doll.” He says as he reaches down and grabs the towel he had taken off earlier.
“Hey,” You say turning around in the door frame, “Round 2?”
“You betcha.” He says as he lifts you up bridal style and carries you over to the bed for what ends up being the best night of your life.
A/N: my first smut so gimme feedback and don’t be hesitant b/c i wanna learn what i can do better ;)
Chloé stared out the window,
watching the rain come down. Somehow, she could still hear Marinette’s music
over the thunder and rain. The girl in question was working on a dress for
Chloé, commissioned for a party she had to attend this weekend. Well, maybe
‘working’ was a generous term.
“You seem awfuly happy,” Chloé
“I just love thunderstorms,”
“No, I know that look,” she
“What look?” she asked.
“That one,” she gestured to all
of her. “That goofy smile, the humming and dancing. Giggling to yourself.
You’re thinking of Adrien but I know he hasn’t done anything specific to earn
this right now, so why’s he on your mind?”
“You’re going to laugh,” she
“Probably,” she shrugged. “You
two are the dorkiest couple. So, spill, what is it?”
Marinette set down the sowing
supplies. Still with that goofy smile, she walked over to a corner of the room.
After rifling through a shelf for a moment, she pulled out an umbrella and
“Remember the first day I met
Adrien?” Marinette said. “You had put gum on my seat, and I yelled at him
because I thought he was in on it?”
“Oh yeah, that,” Chloé made a
face. “Sorry again, about that one.”
“Yeah, well, anyway,” she
laughed. “Later, as we were leaving school, it started storming. Adrien came up
to apologize for it, explain himself. At first I was still mad, but he was so
sweet and sincere, and he opened up, you know? Then he offered me this
“Okay, still not seeing it,” she
said, smirking as she did.
“It was like time stopped in
that half-second,” she sighed dreamily. “There was a flash of lightning and the
roar of thunder, and he looked…. Magical. I swear he was glowing, but a soft
glow, like moonlight. His hair looked like literal sunshine, and his eyes-“
“Let me guess,” she said. “His
eyes looked like stars?”
“It sounds dumb, since his eyes
are green,” she chuckled. “But yes. It was probably just a reflection from the
lightning, but I swear I saw stars in his eyes. And that was the moment I fell
in love with him.”
Chloé was quiet at first. Then
she began to snicker. Soon enough, she was almost crying with laughter. Marinette
huffed and rolled her eyes.
“Okay, I’m not laughing for the
reason you think!” Chloé said between giggles.
“Really?” she asked,
“So, okay, here’s the thing,”
she said. “I’ve heard a very similar story. About a boy in the rain, offering
his umbrella. Except he described the girl as ‘glowing like the sun, with hair
as dark as night and galaxies spiraling in her beautiful blue eyes’. While he
didn’t realize it until a while later, because he’s an idiot and had been
focused on ‘Ladybug’, that was the moment Adrien began to fall in love with
Somehow, Marinette’s grin got
even goofier as her face blushed redder. Chloé gave a few more snickers as the
girl picked up her phone to call.
“You called it ‘magical’,” Chloé
laughed. “But Adrien said it was a bit ‘Miraculous’”
She laughed as a pillow flew
across the room to hit her in the face.
Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill
Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)
Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.
A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!
The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.
Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried.
The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.
Star Wars The Last Jedi's John Boyega talks spoilers, Rey romance and Carrie Fisher's legacy
“The Star Wars universe needs to be expanded with fresh ideas.” —Digital Spy
The world is officially ramping up for the highly anticipated release of Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, with trailers dropping like escape pods from Star Destroyers.
In slightly over-excited anticipation, Digital Spy caught up with intergalactic Londoner John Boyega, star of Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens and its upcoming follow-up, in Los Angeles to talk about director Rian Johnson’s impact, the inevitable Rey romance rumours and being tired of talking about Carrie Fisher…
So we were introduced to Finn and Rey in The Force Awakens; what can audiences expect in The Last Jedi? Is romance on the cards?
“Everything is being shifted in the opposite way to what the audience expected after Star Wars: Episode VII.
What’s happening with Rey and Finn? They are separate in this film. It’s like two separate stories. Rey is off doing her lightsaber stuff in the mountains somewhere and Finn is on a new adventure. In that sense, maybe they are in a long-distance relationship right now?”
What does director Rian Johnson add to the franchise?
“Rian has been given the challenge to make this story different. He’s been asked to make it unique, but also expand the Star Wars universe. In The Last Jedi, the individual stories of these characters are elevated and made fresh and new.”
Was he given full control and freedom?
“Rian was definitely in control, and I think the control he has is earned. They knew what they were doing when they hired Rian Johnson. Right now, with Star Wars, the universe needs to be expanded with fresh ideas. We need new characters that people will fall in love with, and he’s done just that.
"I think the power that he has and the influence that he has in terms of what he did on set and in terms of what I saw is incredible. It’s nice to know that everything from the little things to the big things – even down to the creatures and to the sets – all spill out from his imagination. I’ve never seen anything like it before. It’s as far-fetched as whatever I have seen in the Star Wars universe.”
How would you describe the relationship between the actors on the various Star Wars projects?
“I went on the set of Rogue One and I met [director] Gareth Edwards. I decided to spy. We were filming bits on VIII while they were doing reshoots, so I went on set when they were filming the outdoor scene in the desert. It was the scene with the big explosion after the AT-ATs attack. It was cool.
"I went down there and I met Felicity, Gareth and a few other people. It was interesting to be on the set of Star Wars that didn’t involve me. I remember standing there and finding it strange. It was weird, but they were all cool. It was like a time capsule.”
The upcoming movie is called The Last Jedi. Would you like to be a Jedi?
“Would I like to be a Jedi? I think it would be more interesting if they had more than one person be a Jedi – but I think that that is one of the unspoken laws of Star Wars. They only have one who has to go away and train.
"However, I hope it takes an interesting turn; not in terms of being a Jedi, but there are loads more stronger characters in the Star Wars universe that can go up against Jedis and they don’t necessarily have to be a Jedi. I would like to explore that more; the whole Boba Fett vibe. I would like to explore that for Finn, but who knows?”
(The many ways Jughead Jones sees Betty Cooper.)
“What does that even mean?” Archie huffed, scratching the top of his head in unconcealed frustration.
“It’s a hyperbole Arch, its kind of like an exaggerated statement. It’s a joke. See, look how it’s written here.” Betty pointed a finger to a sentence in Archie’s literature textbook, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she helped her redheaded best friend understand his homework.
Jughead stared openly at the scene in front of him, she was just so.. warm. No matter what Betty Cooper did it was always in the most gentle and assuring way possible, Archie had been asking the same question for the past ten minutes and while Jughead wanted to throttle him Betty was as patient as a saint. She was all reassuring words and soft encouragements, it really was something to see.
“I can’t do it! I’ll just fail, it doesn’t even matter.” Archie threw his pencil on the cafeteria table angrily.
Betty shook her head
“You can do it, don’t you dare give up on me Andrews. You’re incredibly smart, you think coach Clayton would just let you give up in the middle of a game? I don’t think so. So you pick up that pencil and you finish this study guide.” There was a fierce determination in her eyes that couldn’t be argued, with a sigh Archie picked up his pencil and continued writing.
Glancing up through long lashes, Betty grinned at Jughead, her dimples poking through as she continued her tutoring, clapping her hands when Archie finally finished and declaring Milkshakes were on her after school.
Betty Cooper was the very definition of warmth.
She was spinning in circles outside of his trailer, tiny pink polished toes barefoot on the dying grass, her hair stuck to her back as rain pelted from the clouds.
“Come on Juggie! We haven’t done this since we were little. Where’s your sense of adventure!” She shouted over the thunder, her arms open wide as her eyes shone with mischief.
Jughead tried desperately to keep the grin off of his face as he leaned against the doorway
“I’d rather not catch a cold, you’re insane! It’s practically a hurricane! Get inside.” He called for her.
“It’s just a little sun shower! I get it, you’re chicken! Aw poor little juggie afraid of a little rain!” Betty put her hands under her arms and began making clucking sounds, splashing through puddles while she taunted Jughead.
He rolled his eyes playfully before shrugging his denim jacket off and running after the drenched blonde, gripping her by the waist and swinging her around as she squealed and clutched the hands holding her.
“Who’s chicken now?” He whispered against her ear, reveling in the way she shivered at the sound of his voice.
Whipping around Betty brought her lips dangerously close to Jugheads causing the dark haired boy to gasp sharply, her breath mingled with his and she whispered back
She shoved him back and he tumbled into a particularly large puddle, staring up at her with shocked eyes as she giggled and slowly backed away, the rain was slowing down now as he stood and marched towards her.
“See.” She beamed “just a sun shower.” She pulled him towards the truck giggling.
Betty Cooper was the very definition of sunshine.
“Go! Just go! Get out of here!”
Betty dug her fingernails into the side of her head, cradling her face as she rocked back and forth. Jughead was standing in front of her, moving slowly to the blonde crouched in the corner of her bedroom
“Bets.. baby, It’s okay. I’m right here.” He tried to steady his voice, but he had never seen her like this before, she was shaking like a leaf and the heavy tears were dripping down her cheeks.
“I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want you… you can’t see my darkness. Please..” she whimpered, shoving her hand out to stop him, his eyes instantly fell to the dark scarlet drops of blood falling from her palms. Fuck it.
He ran to her then, picking her up and dropping her onto his lap, his arms coming around her and wrapping her up as he whispered in her ear as she sobbed openly, clutching his shirt in her cut up palms.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m right here.” He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling the strawberry and cream of her shampoo.
“My mom..my dad.. I just…” she choked out.
He shushed her softly, rubbing circles into her back.
“I know, I know.” He held her until she fell asleep and even after that, they stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms.
She was damaged and broken and lovely but Betty Cooper was the very definition of Perfectly imperfect.
“I’ve got the last box!” Betty held up the medium sized cardboard box and wiggled excitedly.
“Were officially moved in! Our first home!” She dropped the box on the carpeted floor and stood in front of Jughead her hands on her hips as he smirked at her.
“Casa Cooper-Jones. it’s kind of a dump but..” he trailed off, rubbing his neck nervously.
Betty approached him then, her slender arms coming around his neck
“It’s perfect and it’s all ours, our very own trailer.” She smiled up at him, happiness and love shining through her eyes.
They had bought out one of the trailers on the Southside. Both of the twenty year olds had decided to stay in Riverdale, with Polly being a single mother and Jugheads father getting out of prison soon it was almost impossible to leave their families. Jughead had been the one to bring up the subject and of course his beautiful girlfriend had been nothing but understanding claiming Riverdale community college had a great education program, Jughead was in the process of getting his first novel published So working from home really wasn’t a problem for him.
“I’m going to buy you a big house one day Betty Cooper, I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”
Betty pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled dazed
“You already have.” She whispered.
Betty Cooper was the very definition of his angel.
The familiar melody of a 1950s love song played through the speakers in the reception hall, Betty was tucked against Jugheads body, his arms squeezing her waist, fingers toying with the soft white lace on her hips. She hummed into his neck, his nose running up her bare neck, exposed by the ornate updo.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look Mrs.Jones” he mumbled into her soft skin.
“Only about a hundred times Mr.Jones”
“Well I’m going to tell you every single day until the day we die, you’re my wife now, I think I’ve earned that.” He pulled back and spun her out.
Betty spun back into his arms and laughed
“I can live with that.”
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Steve’s decorations in the MCU—or rather, the lack of them—and especially about Bucky’s medals, which are nonexistent. I’m writing a fic where there’s some discussion about decorations, valor, and the fact that Bucky was a war hero, trying to make sense of the incoherent hack writing of CACW that has the media identifying the “infamous Winter Soldier” as James Buchanan Barnes, but apparently no one seems to also be talking about the fact that this is Howling Commando James Barnes, Captain America’s best friend James Barnes, decorated war hero James Barnes. (laporcupina has a nice examination of this here.)
The first time we see Steve in his Captain’s uniform, he’s wearing these ribbons and badges
Sigh. He’s so dreamy… There’s a few different posts floating around identifying what those ribbons and badges are, but the most important is that he’s wearing the ribbons for only two medals: one is the purple heart with an oak leaf cluster, which signifies that he was wounded in action at least twice (once for the original medal, the oak leaves for another award). That one’s interesting because we don’t see him get wounded, really, in the First Avenger; it could mean, though, that the multiple purple hearts were for meritorious service because they were given for that at that time. He’s also wearing an American Service Defense Medal ribbon, which confuses me, because in the MCU he shouldn’t wear it: they were given for active service from 1939–1941, so he wouldn’t have had this. (In the comics, yes, but not the movies.) I chalk this up to Marvel’s notoriously terrible props department, the folks who gave us a museum display with two different birthdates for Bucky on the SAME DISPLAY, and use quotation marks and apostrophes for feet and inches, when no self-respecting museum would do that. (Those are the tip of the props issues iceberg but my personal pet peeves.)
Now, this shot is presumably in the scene where he blows off Senator Brandt in London, where he’s supposed to receive a “Medal for Valour” which is never specified. And it’s irritating because: which was it? Was it the Medal of Honor, the highest award you can earn? Or was it the Distinguished Service Cross, the second highest award for valor? It could even be the Silver Star, although I feel like that’s unlikely because single-handedly rescuing 400-plus men from a heavily guarded prison camp is a lot more than Silver Star-worthy. My feeling is that it was the DSC, maybe because they figured they’d save the MoH for later since he’d probably be raking in medals as he won the war. I can buy him not wearing it right then since the ceremony just happened, but…it’s a stretch.
Then immediately after, we see Steve with the men who will become the Howlies, and no one has any decorations on their uniforms/they’re not in full uniform…and then there’s Bucky. He has no decorations even when we see him in the service uniform at the start of CATFA, and he’s certainly not wearing any in the pub.
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You were laying on the hotel room bed with a pout on your face, flicking through the channels, not really in the mood to watch anything. The only thing you were in the mood for was to strangle your moron husband and his idiotic best friend, but you were pretty sure murder was frowned upon even in Canada.
“Urgh,” you growled when your phone rang for what seemed to be the one millionth time that evening. You tossed yourself across the bed, laying on your stomach to reach the phone in your jeans you had shed along with your bra before jumping into bed. You intent had been to turn the pestering thing off, but when you saw your wife’s face flash across the screen rather than your husbands, you thought better of it.
You missed Danneel. It had been your first birthday you hadn’t spent with her since the three of you got together. In your mind, it had been a consolation that at least you still got to spent the day with Jensen until the douche nozzle had messed that up too. You quickly rolled back onto the bed to sit against the headboard before answering the phone.