and here’s part two ! there’s info about max under the cut. he’s a newer muse so hopefully this won’t be as long as my last post lmao. feel free to message me or like this or my post about augusta to plot !!
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“I’ll be back in the morning,” he remembered you saying as you put on your mission suit.
“Can’t Nat or Wanda go instead? I just got back and I missed you,” he said as he walked over and hugged you from behind. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled the sweet scent of you. He placed small kisses along your neck, causing you to laugh and turn towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your hands through his hair. He always loved when you did that.
“I missed you too James, but Natasha and Wanda are on their own mission. They should be here soon, but it wouldn’t be fair to send them off again. I just gotta go in, get some intel and get out. Simple babe. 12 hours max,” you said and kissed him on the lips. He cupped your face, trying to deepen the kiss and make you stay. You knew what he was doing so pulled back. He rested his forehead on yours.
“Fine, but you owe me when you get back,” he said as he had kissed your forehead.
You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. “I love you,” you called out to him.
“I love you too,” he called back. He smiled even though you were gone. He was so happy he had found you and got you before anyone else had the chance.
He decided to get some sleep, and walked to the shared bedroom you two had. He flopped onto the perfectly made bed that you had left. No matter what, you always made the bed. You couldn’t stand sleeping in an unmade bed. He often joked with you, saying that if the apartment caught fire, you would stay and make the bed before leaving. He fell asleep quickly, not relaxing how tired he was from is latest mission.
He usually didn’t sleep well when you weren’t there, and would constantly wake up and check his phone for any messages from you. Tonight though, he slept peacefully. He didn’t wake up a single time until the next morning around 10.
He rolled over, expecting you to be there since he had slept in so late. He grasped at nothing but air so he opened his eyes. Your side of the bed was still perfectly flat and cold, meaning that you still weren’t home. He sat up and reached for his phone, expecting a message from you saying that you were going to be late. He saw a missed call from you around 5 in the morning and a voicemail. He put it on speaker and listened as he made the bed.
“Hey James,” you voice emitted from the phone. “I’m on my way home. Told you it would be simple. I’ll see you in a couple hours. I love−−−.” That was it, your voice was cut off and his stomach dropped. He had a horrible feeling that something was wrong. He grabbed the phone, his hands shaking as he tried to call you back.
“I’m sorry the number you have dialed is not available. Please try again,” the automated voice called. He tried again and again getting the same message and becoming more and more worried.
“Fuck!” he yelled and threw the phone across the room. He was freaking out, thinking the worse, until he heard the front door start to unlock. He ran into the front room, as the door opened, only it wasn’t you there waiting for him. It was Steve.
“No,” he shook his head and breathed out. He knew that they would only send Steve over here to tell him bad news. If it was something else, he would have just got called in.
“Bucky,” Steve said softly as he made his way across the room, gently closing the door behind him. His eyes were glazed over, making him look like he was in a trance.
“No, don’t say it,” Bucky’s voice cracked. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyes. “Don’t you dare tell me she’s gone.” His heart was breaking, his skin felt like he was on fire, and his stomach felt like it was being twisted into knots.
“She was flying back. She was shot down. By the time someone could find her location she was gone,” Steve said as gently as he could.
Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor. Steve was at his side in an instant and wrapped his arms around his best friend. The tears he had been holding back were let loose. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like the air had been sucked from his lungs and he wailed. His shoulders were racked with sobs, as Steve tried his best to hold his friend and his own silent tears trailed down his face. As if losing you wasn’t enough, the devastation it had caused Bucky was unbearable.
“If they…someone got, to to to her sooner…could she… would she have… made it ,” he choked out.
“Bucky,” Steve said softly.
“Dammit Steve, tell me,” he said through gritted teeth.
“She had bandaged herself the best she could. Maybe they could have but−−−.”
“She called….she called me. I, I didn’t answer. The one time…I could have…I should have…she would have been here,” Bucky choked out.
“You don’t know that.” Steve knew Bucky was never going to forgive himself.
Max and Victoria both have selfie walls in their room
so imagine them sending selfies to each other. Max is doing as a friendly competition but Victoria is doing it try and prove she’s better looking than Max. At least at first that’s why they are doing it. Soon they are both doing it so that the other will send them more pictures.
after a while Max has to go into Victoria’s room again and notices the selfie wall is now replaced by Max’s selfies. So Max rearanges them into a heart shape for Victoria to find.
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Earlier this year, she spent two months in Los Angeles, determined to move forward on her album for real. Among other sessions, she ended up working with the ubiquitous pop auteur Max Martin (along with collaborator Shellback) on the slinky “Send My Love (To Your Lover),” which may well be her catchiest, most modern song ever, built around an almost African-sounding guitar lick Adele wrote several years ago. She sought Martin out because she liked Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” (“I thought it was a really different side to her”). But soon she looked up Martin on YouTube, where she discovered the full breadth of his influence, the hits he’d written or co-written for everyone from N'Sync and Britney Spears to Katy Perry. “Send My Love” is the only kiss-off song on this album, addressed to the guy Adele dated between her 21 paramour and Konecki. “It’s one of those, like, ‘I’m fucking fine so fuck you’ songs,” she says.
Adele on working with Max Martin. (Rolling Stone Magazine)
Sending some inked-up love to one of the most unjustly under-appreciated characters in Mad Max: Fury Road - Corpus Colossus (aka Corpus Callosum), played by the one and only actor activist quentinkenihan! I was super intrigued and engaged by his character, and am holding out hope that he survived the overthrow of his big ol’ bad dad Immotan Joe. I believe in you, Corpus!
I drew this baby for colleenfrakes‘s upcoming Mad Max zine, to debut at the upcoming Portland Zine Symposium. GET PUMPED!! I also got another bit of fanart for under-appreciated Citadel characters to share with y’all soon … :3
Tonight at the football game, theamazingmaxwellcarter (also known as Max) was hit by the fifth base drum while playing in the stands. They are now in the hospital.
Please go and send them lots of messages to feel better and what not.
I know you a lot of you love them a lot as I do and seeing them get possibly seriously injured and not being able to help is just extremely upsetting.
So PLEASE! Whether it be a get well soon message, art, etc. send them something. When they come back they will very much appreciate it!
Please reblog this, and thank you guys so much for reading!