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I’m so glad that taylor just happened to be in the right place and the most convenient time for Ari, because by the looks of it they clearly wanted to get out of their as quick as possible. This is a great example of celebrities helping others in times of need, and doing it privately so don’t y’all dare try coming for her now. All we should be doing during a time like this is sending our love to the victims, and Ariana who must be so traumatized. 

Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (9/15)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

AU Summary: Y/N’s powers had a reaction to the Hulk which resulted in Dr. Banner’s resurfacing. 

Notes: brucetasha is real on this fic. just a heads up ok. if you don’t ship it, well then. i dont know what to tell you, bud. this crap works in my fic so yeah. im a huge shipper for buckynat but im sucking it up for this series. ok cool

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“Natasha!”

Y/N called out as she ran up to the top of the tower where Steve, Tony and Natasha were. All three pairs of eyes looked at her and they knew that something was wrong. Tony dropped the iron man arm he was working on and the smiles in Steve and Nat’s faces disappeared.

“We found him.”

“What?” Tony asked as Natasha froze in place.

Y/N nodded. “We found Banner.”

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Without a doubt, the A-10 cockpit is one of the world’s coolest offices.

Capt. Todd Campbell, A-10 Thunderbolt II pilot from the 66th Weapons Squadron, United States Air Force Weapons School, Nellis Air Force Base, Nev., parks his jet prior to the start of exercise Hustler Trough II, at Biggs Army Airfield on Fort Bliss, Texas, Oct. 31, 2015. Hustler Trough II is a week-long joint fires exercise designed to enhance synergy between more than ten different Army and Air Force units. (U.S. Army photo by: Staff Sgt. Marcus Fichtl)

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Park Jimin || Gula (Gluttony)

“He was a rich kid, born in to a wealthy family and showered with everything he pointed at, expensive cars, clothes, travels, watches, you name it, he had it all. He was raised in to believe in that true friendship was an utter myth and you could buy them like the latest Gucci bag waiting in a store window. And of course he could, he was used, scammed and even threatened. But he didn’t care. He could buy happiness, buy toys, buy new friends, buy love, buy sex, buy anything. The sad part is that all he did was trick himself. Trick himself to think he could fill his emptiness with possessions. He would not rent yachts but buy yachts only to go out for a day with friends and various women he didn’t even know the names of.

He didn’t care about his possessions in the slightest, biggest and latest and he was good to go was his motto. 

The people around him expected him to change when he foolishly feel for a girl with only one intention. Money and fame. He praised her, gave her anything she wanted, encouraged her to want even more and he would give even more only to wake up alone 3 months later, with every trace of her gone.

His soft heart cried and his cold one told him “it was just for fun anyway”, but he couldn’t hide the fact that whenever he was asked about her, a pain arose in his heart, feeling as if somebody had stabbed him with the sharpest and thinnest of blades and twisting it inside of him.

His cold heart drove him to the nearest strip club, while the soft heart drove him home to cry in his huge bed.

“She was just a toy anyway” But I loved her…

“Just a slut, I was simply paying for her.” I spent so much thinking I invested…

“I didn’t need her anyway.” She made the empty space go away…

Or did he just fall in to his own gluttony’s trap?”


Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Yoongi | Seokjin | Jungkook

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In happier circumstances, they could all just have fun. Also the only one wearing a beach outfit is Steven because everyone else thinks this is actually war. Steven is slightly terrified. 

BONUS: 

Peridot’s fingers are really useful huh.

Also later (I’m having too much fun with this idea): 

Thankfully Steven got Malachite to not summon a freaking tsunami on Beach City. 

I’ll Be Good - Part 16

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 15  -  Part 17

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You return to the Compound with the team. You and Bucky begin to recover.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2279 - ugh another long one, sorry. I’m a runaway train.

Author’s Note: Here is some floof for you, because I made you suffer so much in the last couple. Don’t get too comfortable though… :)

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch


“Barton, just land this thing. Please! She needs to get to a hospital!” Bucky was practically begging, standing behind the pilot’s seat, hands digging into the fabric of the chair in desperation.

Clint opened his mouth to answer, but Tony beat him to it. “You know we can’t do that. She’ll wind up behind bars so fast I won’t even have time to tell you ‘I told you so’ because we’ll all go down with her for aiding and abetting whoever the hell she is.”

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anonymous asked:

The monster mac vid got me thinking, has anyone in the crew ever seen ryan really excited? And if so how terrifying and surreal of an experience was it

Ryan keeps what muted emotions he has in check, so it is rare to see an outburst from him. They’ve seen it a few times in the heat of a firefight, when he’s covered in blood and surrounded by flames and a sickening laughter rings from his lungs. His eyes are bright, mad, behind his mask and he revels in the destruction that chills bones. Then again, they’d say that is the Vagabond, not truly Ryan. When Ryan is himself, the man the crew loves and trusts, he get’s excited to a point. He’ll talk at length about new vehicles, new weapons, and his eyes are alight even if his voice is still monotonous. One time though, one time they saw a different kind of excitement from him. It was his birthday and they’d gotten to the point of accepting Ryan into their little family and wanted to do something nice. Someone (Gavin) thought it would be a great idea to ‘borrow’ his personal jet and decorate it for him. Everyone was weary about it, and Ray flat out refuse to be a part of it because ‘fuck that we just got him to like us I’m not signing a death wish now’. They agreed on the premise that they blame it on Gavin if he goes apeshit. On the day of, they led Ryan outside to where his jet was parked on the top of the penthouse. The black metal was covered in skull decals, the wing tips were painted gold, and the Fake AH Crew logo was spray painted on the nose. It wasn’t horrible looking, but it definitely wasn’t as tasteful as the monochrome fighter jet had looked before. At first, Ryan had no reaction. Like, at all. He stood staring, not a muscle moving on his face and the crew was beginning to regret bringing him to a place where there was nothing separating them from the ledge of the building. After a while, his face brightened and he turned to look at them. ‘You did this? You decked out my plane?’ They were about ready to shit themselves when he started admiring it with a smile, thanking them and telling them he loved it. Ray was still convinced he’d kill them in their sleep until Ryan painted a skull and crossbones on his helmet to match the plane

At Last (part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventually) Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1,280

Warnings for this Chapter: Angst, References to torture, Blood, Fighting, Swearing

A/N: This is actually the very first thing I started writing, but I have been trying to get a head start on it.  I’m very excited about this, and would welcome any feedback!

Summary: Reader has been captured and experimented on by HYDRA, until the Avengers come to her rescue

Part 1

Y/n POV

I feel better with a gun back in my hands. Something familiar. Something I can focus on. I hear him assure his companions that he’s ok but he’s got someone with him.  

Former hostage.

Those are the words he used. Is that really who I am?  I guess I can add that to the list of adjectives I can use on myself.

Footsteps.

Behind us?

Or was it in front?

Shouting.

Surrounding us.

I pull the rifle to my shoulder. And spin on my heels. They are there. My breath catches in my throat and I freeze.  They raise their guns and instinct kicks in. Before I know it they are down and James turns to look at me. I didn’t even realize he had fired his gun but HYDRA agents lie in front of him as well. I stop. I feel as if ice is settling in my veins.

“We need to go”

His words bring me back to reality. This bizarre reality I am in. And I nod.

We move on.

It feels as if we’ve been walking forever. He stops so suddenly I almost crash into his back. I hear him talking to his friends, but my mind is getting foggy.

His voice gets farther away and all I can think about is how the low timber of his voice is soothing.

I’m so tired.

My arms and legs are slowly filling with lead.

Maybe I’ll just sit.  

This wall is nice, solid.

I slowly slide to the floor, eyes closed, and James’s voice washed over me. Relaxing me.

Bucky’s POV

“What the hell Nat?! What do you mean set to blow?!”

“I thought you were out, so I went ahead and set the timer” the red head said through my earpiece, and I could almost see her shrug and roll her eyes. “You’ve got about 5 minutes”

I groan and run my hand down my face as I turn to the woman behind me.  I see that she has sunk down to the floor and only then I notice the blood seeping out of a bullet wound in her leg.

Shit.  

I rip off some of my shirt and quickly bind her leg. She stirs as I tighten the makeshift bandage and her eyes flutter open. The look of fear in her eyes when I come into focus breaks my heart. After a moment she seems to remember me and relaxes a little.  

As she holds my gaze I see something in her eyes beyond pain and fear. Some kind of hidden strength that has led her to hold on and make it this far.

Static over the coms bring me back to the reality that this building is going to blow, so we need to move.

“Do you think you can walk? We gotta get out of here”

Shakily she stands, lips pressed in a thin line, and nods.

Luckily we weren’t far from the exit and we didn’t encounter any other agents.  I spare a glance back and am impressed that she is managing so well with a bullet in her leg.

As we make our way toward the jet, we hear a muffled explosion. Turning around we see the base seem to disappear into the earth.

I turn to her and I notice tears forming in her eye, and a barely there smile on her lips.  

Y/n POV

At last.

I’m out.

Not free, I know those memories will stick around for a while, but I made it out.

I raise my hand to my face to brush away the tears that are threatening to fall and turn toward James. I give a small nod, and with that we continue on.

At this point it is dawning on me that I am still with strangers and unsure of where we are or where we are heading.

This realization hits me like a ton of bricks. And exhaustion and pain creep back to the forefront of my mind. I must be slowing down, as James turns to me and smiles: “We’re almost there Doll.”

Those 4 words and that lopsided grin are enough to push myself forward to our destination.  Where ever that is.

Another few minutes of walking we crest a small rise and I see a jet parked on the grass. Engines running as if waiting for takeoff.

“This is our ride” James said. He puts his hand on the small of my back, I tense, waiting for the blow, but it never comes. We just walk up the ramp into the rear of the aircraft.

“Glad you decided to join us Popsicle” the man in the pilots seat hollered toward the back.

As I took in the jet, I slowly felt the walls constrict on me.  There were so many unknowns.  The people, the equipment, the destination. I can feel the blood rushing through my ears. Everyone is glancing at me.

They don’t want me here, there going to leave me here for HYDRA to pick up when they come to clean the mess.  

My breaths are getting shorter, at this point James has walked away leaving me standing alone.  

Now is not the place to panic. I force myself to focus on James’ broad shoulders and match the rhythm of my breathing to his.  

The roaring lessens and the cargo bay suddenly seems bigger.

I finally notice the man the James is talking to. His back is to me, but he is tall and blond. I can hear them whispering and can make out a few words here and there.  James is giving him a rundown on what happened while he was in the base.  

There is something vaguely familiar about the blond man, like a tickle in the back of my mind that I just can’t seem to reach.

The panic has been shut away for now, so I take a moment to look around.  There are several weapons cases, seats, a cot, and more technology that anyone should know what to do with. The rest of the team is busying themselves with stowing their gear and doing their best to clean off.

Shuffling feet.

Gasp.

“Y/n?”

I spin around at the sound of my name. The blond man.  He looks like he’s seen a ghost. And that’s when I recognize him. Steve Rogers.  We met years, no a lifetime, ago it seems.

Despite my recognition I freeze at being addressed by someone else.  

Steve takes a step toward me, hand out. Wanting to take my hand.

The sudden movement has my heart pounding, I jump away, looking for a way to escape.

His eyes widen and he steps back, hands raised in a placating gesture.  "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you"

I nod.

“Do you know who I am? Do you remember?”

Another nod.

It’s only then that he seems to realize my state of undress. “Nat, you have a change of clothes?” And a red head seems to appear from nowhere with a small pile of folded clothes. “Thanks.” She nods, glancing at me, and goes back to her task at hand.

Steve sets the clothes on a bench in the corner and steps back.  The red head, Nat (?), gently sets a blanket next to the clothes.  My eyes dart around, and notice that James is looking anywhere but at me.

I take a deep breath and attempt to shoot Steve a smile, which probably looks more like a grimace, and turn to the clothes. I pick them up and walk around a partition to change.

Once I’m alone and out of their eyesight, my body betrays me. I sink to my knees as blackness overcomes my vision.

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What We Deserve [Final]

prompt: First off, I just wanted to say how much I love your writing. Especially Death Wish XD I kind of just have a basic idea for a drabble request. What if, when Steve found Bucky in Bucharest, Bucky was with someone in his apartment? Like, he was out at the market being all domestic and when Steve breaks in the reader is there making coffee or something. I just think that has the potential to be really cute/fluffy/angsty all at the same time <3

requested by: @reedsreadsreviews

warnings: swearing (probably), a teensy bit of angst, hopefully enough fluffiness to knock your socks off

length: 2,778 words

a/n: the final part! thank you all for reading. hopefully you all consider this to be a happy ending (admittedly, i’m not very good at them xD)


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Originally posted by teapotsandroses

“You have got to relax,” Tony told you for about the seventh time in the past hour. You’d think he’d get the message by now that no, you were not going to relax. There was no way you could relax.

You thought that maybe once that dumb cell phone rang, that you would start to feel better. Obviously it meant that Bucky was interested in seeing you – in at least talking to you again. You wanted to give him your side of the story, even if he probably already knew most of it from watching those videos. You had waited anxiously as Tony talked with Steve, the two of them having a casual discussion. It drove you nuts. But eventually they decided on a place to meet, where Steve and the rest of his crew wouldn’t attract too much attention since they were still on the run. Tony said he knew the perfect place.

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We’re going vintage in this companion piece to the Astro Orbitor!

I had to include the skyway, as it holds special significance to me: many moons ago in vintage Tomorrowland, my dad proposed to my mom while sky-bucketing from Fantasyland to Tomorrowland. Dawww right? 

(Actually, they rode them the wrong way the first time, and he made my unsuspecting mom ride them again so the order from fantasy to tomorrow would be right for the proposal!)

Posterized Parks Series // Tomorrowland

 PLAYLIST 

1. Elenore- The Turtles 

2. Red Light Green Light- Dune Rats

3. Dancing In The Moonlight- Toploader 

4. It’s Nice To Be Alive- Ball Park Music 

5. Love On Top- Beyoncé

6. Australia Street- Sticky Fingers 

7. Come and Check Your Head- Blue King Brown

8. I Got A Woman- Ray Charles

9. It’s Not Unusual- Tom Jones

10. Burn Bridges- The Grates

11. Are You Gonna Be My Girl- Jet

12. Consolation Prizes- Phoenix

13. Us- Regina Spektor