leave me alone human

I honestly can’t decide if I identify with Crowley or Aziraphale more because.  On one hand I too am a neurotic mess that raises houseplants and worries too much about being cool and constantly fucks up but wants people to love me.  And on the other hand, I too am testy and wish humans would leave me alone so I could read and love food so much I would be willing to try and stop the apocalypse so I could continue eating.

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I really hope that all this shit talking Ryder’s crew mates did about Reyes Vidal romance and how he can’t be trusted wasn’t some messed up foreshadowing because if Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal™ happens I’m gonna lose my shit

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On the run bucky finds a beaten up old Ironman plushie missing its left arm. For some reason, he takes it with him and soon it becomes his confidant. Later on, when he meets Tony the other Avengers are confused on why he likes Tony more than any of them. Maybe later he admits in private that what really helped bring him back to himself was the Power of the Ironman Plushie!!!

THERE ARE IRON MAN PLUSHIES??? [A quick google search later] I can not believe there are Iron Man plushies and I don’t have one!!! Not that I’m gonna make Bucky suffer for that because he has an Iron Man plushy and I don’t. I would never do something so petty. [*disbelieving snorts*]


Okay so. The weird things don’t start when he meets the other Avengers. It starts when, during one low-key mission or another, people around Iron Man just–keep dropping dead before they can cause any harm? Which is concerning. And yes, Clint, some of those shots are freaking amazing, but it’s also concerning, can we please focus here?

Then there’s the two or three times (that the rest of the team know of) where the Winter Soldier helped Tony out in the field. In (very recognisable) person. Which is even more confusing. And apparently devastating for Steve (though more because the Soldier is damn good at slipping away without their notice before the dust of the fight settles), but Tony tries very hard to stay away from that angsty mess.

And well. Eventually (inevitably, for everyone who has ever experienced Steve’s stubbornness first hand, which is basically everyone who has ever met Steve) a more-or-less un-brainwashed Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier is brought to the Tower. By Steve, whose smile is so wide it’s embarrassing for everyone involved.

A couple of days after that he is finally officially introduced to the team. Not that he hasn’t studied them, fought them, fought with them on occasion as well. No, Steve insists on introducing them, vibrating with excitement, like he’s brought his first friend from school home to introduce him to his family. Which. Weird implications, let’s just forget this particular comparison.

Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier handles the introduction surprisingly (especially to himself) well. There’s an incident involving knives far larger than a sensible person would carry near their crotch, but they all (read: Tony) laugh about it later. Which draws Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier’s attention to Tony for the first time.

Which is how this whole mess Tony has found himself in starts.

Because when Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier looks at Tony he frowns, confused. Asks who he is even, and that’s the first time he’s spoken in their presence. Tony would be flattered if he wasn’t so insulted, because he’s proud of Iron Man, alright.

He’s kind of even more insulted when Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier’s eyes widen in horror when he asks, somewhat jumbled, “You’re Iron Man? You’re the–fleshy parts in the metal?”

And fine. Maybe brainwashed super-assassins have sort of an excuse for missing the big reveal. And maybe the fleshy-parts comment is kind of uncomfortable, draws parallels between him and Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier that Tony isn’t sure are a good thing. But.

“Well, yeah. Someone’s got to fly this beauty,” is what he ends up saying with the Say-Something-I-Dare-You smirk he always uses when he feels uncomfortable.

Turns out Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier dares. As a matter of fact, he’s got a lot to say on the subject.

Because apparently, for reasons Tony can’t discern, Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier–and he really needs a shorter nickname for the guy–feels strangely protective over Iron Man. And apparently now that the fact that Tony qualifies as Iron Man’s fleshy (read: most vulnerable) parts has sunken in, this sentiment extends to Tony as well.

And by extend, he means, surpasses it. By far.

And really, Tony never would’ve guessed that he’d end up saying “If you steal my coffee one more time I’ll kill you myself, and I won’t wait two hours to check if it’s been poisoned, you checked the damn machine twenty minutes ago and fed one of the cups to Clint and he’s still walking!” once. Never mind regularly.


So not what you asked for but I couldn’t help myself! The idea of Bucky being protective of his Metal Man, only to realise in horror that there’s an ordinary human behind that protection shell just wouldn’t leave me alone.

A good way to harass a shyster deal-making fairy-tale creature:

Continually propose new deals for trivialities you don’t even want, then don’t take them after the creature names its price. Do this at least once a day, forever, until the creature is actively avoiding you.

“Hey! Hey, come back! I’ll trade you my left finger for something! Maybe! Or also maybe I won’t, because I don’t know how attached to it I’ll be at the end of this conversation!”

“LEAVE ME ALONE, FOOL HUMAN”

“Oho, but what will you pay to have me leave you alone, or also possibly not do that at all?”

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I spent one hour laughing at most of the frames (less laughing than I do at actual live sports frames) but the ones that awed me were absolutely stunning. Have some underappreciated shots of our erotic katsudon son~ I can’t believe Victor had front row seats to this. Yuuri was very beautiful and he had the ‘playboy’ right where he wanted him~ 

The most important life lesson my mother taught me.

“No, is a complete sentence. It is not the beginning of a discussion, it is the end. It is not up for debate nor does it require an explanation. No simply means No.”

Entering the park, you strip away the layers of your vision.

Gone is the default public layer which would tell you where you are, what time it is, what the weather is going to be, where to walk to best avoid crowds. Gone is the layer provided by the park specifically, which would attach to each bird and tree a label indicating its species and providing various fun facts, and which would show you the history of each bench and sculpture. Gone are the social media layers giving windows into the lives of your friends, gone are the couple of augmented reality games that are normally an ambient presence in your life. You keep on an emergency layer, so that if someone needs to contact you or there’s a disaster, you’ll know. But otherwise reality is stripped down to its bottom layer, the shared physical world you can’t choose to opt out of.

You sit down on a bench. Nearby, on what used to be a basketball court, a group of teenagers is playing a game. With all your layers off, you can only see half of what’s going on: You can see the players running around, but not the game world which coordinates and motivates their actions. Judging by their yelling and their gestures, you infer that they’re working together to defeat some large monster by casting spells at it.

One of the kids crouches and then jumps eight feet straight into the air. You’re not old, but you’re old enough that this seems strange, all these human bodies doing things that human bodies can’t do. It’s often said that such augmentations are improvements on evolution’s work (the less blasphemous cousin of an older boast) but you know that that’s not really true. Modified bodies like the child’s consume more calories and are more damage-prone. In an environment like the one their ancestors evolved in, they would probably have starved to death or been immobilized by injury. Now, food is plentiful and deadly injuries are rare, so such concerns are less of an issue. It’s not that augmented bodies are better than unmodified ones in an objective sense, just that they’re optimized for a drastically different world.

For all the yelling of the children and chirping of the birds, there’s a certain quietness to the world stripped bare of its extraneous layers. Watching a small flock of birds peck at birdseed someone scattered in the grass before you arrived, there’s a certain… You don’t want to say realness: You know better than to pretend that the things that happen in the other layers are unreal, and you’ve only recently kicked the habit of calling the base layer “the real world”. You don’t want to say authenticity: You’re pretty sure those are starlings, you know the whole stupid story of how they came to be in North America, and there’s nothing authentic about it. But there’s a concreteness, at least, in knowing that those birds exist for everyone in the park, and not just for you.

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