not the reunion i was hoping for show

Something I hope is resolved that I’ve been thinking about a lot since the new episode this week.

Barry can’t swim as Griffin says in this episode, but back when Lich-Barry was speaking from the recorded coin, he said that Barry’s absolute favorite thing was to swim in very cold water on a hot day.

Which cycle does Barry learn to swim during? Who teaches him? Learning how to swim during the journey must have meant a lot to him for it to become his favorite thing. I would love for this to be addressed.

Any hate toward Jaymes Mansfield is uncalled for and lame. Obviously she wasn’t very impressive on the show and it just wasn’t something she was cut out for, but bashing her is unjustified. She wasn’t nasty to anyone, wasn’t annoying (at least in my opinion she wasn’t, I actually found her to be too soft and quiet)… so idk why people would be trying to tear her down. She seems like nothing but a really sweet queen who unfortunately just didn’t fit in with the bunch. I wish the best for her in her future and I hope she turns out a sickening look for the reunion. 


I’m seriously at a loss here. Like, how did people manage to turn 5x20 Olicity sexytimes into something potentially bad? Let me count the ways in which this is amazing:

Peak OTP Fitness: Steve’s intense training regimen for ANW just happened to culminate the same week the love scene was filmed. And Emily has been in beastmode all year. So like, we’re talking PEAK fitness levels for sex gifs that will grace our tumblrs for years to come.

Steve’s Hair Game: Steve’s hair, also at peak sexiness. Like you could find the Fibonacci sequence in his face-shape-to-hair-length ratio right now because it is just THAT perfect.

Fanfiction Level SMUT: Olicity LAIR sex. HOT, URGENT, MUST-HAVE-YOU-NOW sex. Sex resulting from a primal, physical, animalistic need for each other. I mean like, soft, sensual 3x20 sex is great and all, but we’re going to have GIFS (GIFS!) of just straight up f*ing in the lair and I am so ready.

Location Speculation: And like…can we just spec for a second on where it will be? Elevator? The conference table? Up against any of the concrete pillars? On the workout mats? Regardless, do you realize we’ll never be able to look at the place where it happens again without thinking of the time they f*ked there? And while we’re at it, don’t think I’m not going to be spending 5x16-5x19 trying to determine the location because I am and I will.

Mental Foreplay: And while we’re speculating, what series of events leads up to that moment? Is it a bit of alcohol? An accidental touch? A loaded stare? A little nurse-Felicity patching a shirtless Oliver up after a night of arrowing? Did the power cut out unexpectedly that night, giving a little mood lighting to an already sexual tension heavy situation? Can you just IMAGINE for a second the UST you’ll be able to cut with a FRACKING KNIFE in the split second before they both break and lunge at each other?

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February 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you’d like to check that out. :)

MONTH: February, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Start by Inell
Teen And Up | 1,458w
Derek’s acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren’t dating.

▶▶ An RA’s Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband
Teen And Up | 2,208w
“Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you’ve locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in.”

“Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game.”

Derek seriously can’t take this anymore.

▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire
General | 1,133w
Stiles decides that, since they’re the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine’s Day together.

▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,142w
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling
Teen And Up | 4,756w
Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That’s how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he’ll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.

▶▶ Demanding Forever Series
[1] That Stalky Thing by wangler
Mature | 2,560w
Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing.

[2] Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler
Explicit | 3,264w
“Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old,” Stiles says, lipping at Derek’s mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.

▶▶ Dog’s Best Friend by otter
General | 8,923w
Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said “HALEHOUNDS” across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.

▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★
Teen And Up | 4,023w
Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★
Mature | 20,525w
“Stiles, I’ll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He’s a difficult person to live with, so I won’t sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job,” Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.“

▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,762w
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

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Ryan Murphy Breaks Silence on Lea and Naya Feud
Co-creator drops behind-the-scenes insight while talking FX's Feud: Bette and Joan?a k a our new obsession

“I feel like in the case of that show [Glee], that show was just a s–tstorm of difficulty, largely because, what do you do when you’re 18 years old or 19 years old and you wake up one day and you’re world famous? I think a lot of that was informed by their youth and being involved in a phenomenon. And I know for a fact that they [Lea and Naya] admired each other’s work, ‘cause I directed them both in scenes. I don’t think I would take on Lea and Naya. I think for a feud to work on this show, it has to have decades of pain behind it. But if they’re still feuding at 40, I might consider it. I’ll call them up in a couple years.”

Then he dropped this little unknown fact: “There were many boys on our show that didn’t get along. And you never hear about that. You never hear about that in our culture.”

Well, consider this the first printing (#equality?). Murphy didn’t name any names, but did mention that the male Glee feuds were plentiful, and also said he also hopes to bring the Glee cast back together someday for some kind of TV reunion.”

What is it about Carol and Daryl that causes the writers to highlight their relationship over and over again? Why introduce obstacles only to bring them together again?

You can fight left and right about what kind of relationship they have. But if their bond is nothing more than familial, if they are just simply best friends, then why highlight and continue to return to that bond when so many other sibling/parental/best friend relationships are set aside after minimal development and without explanation?

I believe that it’s because their bond is so incredibly special that it’s hard to put into words. Not only does the audience relate and respond positively to it, but its gives people hope. It constantly breaks barriers. It defies explanation.

Romantic, familial, or platonic – relationships are never easy. They constantly evolve. You have to fight to keep them intact.

The writers have split Carol and Daryl up more than any other male/female duo on the show, but they keep coming back to each other. And every reunion is more emotional than the last. Every new interaction is a reminder that they are each the person that the other cares the most about.

They have so many things working against them, but it works.

Carol and Daryl’s relationship is built on growth. Of trust and understanding established over time.

The protect each other. They care about each other. They need each other.

They never give each other up. They fight for each other.

And that’s why I will never give up on Caryl.

entilzhaveni  asked:

I am hoping that you will the marriage between Nyssa and Oliver, so that Nyssa can be free to have a relationship with Sara or another woman. Because otherwise Nyssa can never be free , trapped in a marriage she did not want but you are saying that Oliver is free? . Isn't there some way that there can be an annulment or have it dissolved. How can you show a possible Nyssa / Sara future relationship, reunion ,on the show and leave this unresolved?

We’ve talked about Nyssa “releasing” Oliver from their marriage.

anonymous asked:

I know we're all excited for the printshop scene and what happens next, but the reunion I'm truly looking forward to is the one between Jamie and Bree. I'm aware Roger and Brianna are not fan favorites but I LOVE the relationship both of them build with Jamie over time, he really becomes a father for both of them. Jamie deserves all the good things, and I can't wait for his family to be whole again. And I *really* hope the show will not neglect Fergus as Diana did in the books. I love them all!

There was no doubt in her mind, from the first glimpse. She was at once surprised and not surprised at all; he was not quite what she had imagined—he seemed smaller, only man-sized—but his face had the lines of her own; the long, straight nose and stubborn jaw, and the slanted cat-eyes, set in a frame of solid bone. 

He moved toward her out of the maples’ shadow, and the sun struck his hair with a spray of copper sparks. Half consciously she raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair back from her face, seeing from the corner of her eye the matching gleam of thick red-gold. 

“What d’ye want here, lassie?” he asked. Sharp, but not unkind. His voice was deeper than she had imagined; the Highland burr slight but distinct. “You,” she blurted. Her heart seemed to have wedged itself in her throat; she had trouble forcing any words past it. 

He was close enough that she caught the faint whiff of his sweat and the fresh smell of sawn wood; there was a golden scatter of sawdust caught in the rolled sleeves of his linen shirt. His eyes narrowed with amusement as he looked her up and down, taking in her costume. One reddish eyebrow rose, and he shook his head. 

“Sorry, lass,” he said, with a half-smile. “I’m a marrit man.” 

He made to pass by, and she made a small incoherent sound, putting out a hand to stop him, but not quite daring to touch his sleeve. He stopped and looked at her more closely. 

“No, I meant it; I’ve a wife at home, and home’s not far,” he said, evidently wishing to be courteous. “But—” He stopped, close enough now to take in the grubbiness of her clothes, the hole in the sleeve of her coat and the tattered ends of her stock. 

“Och,” he said in a different tone, and reached for the small leather purse he wore tied at his waist. “Will ye be starved, then, lass? I’ve money, if you must eat.” 

She could scarcely breathe. His eyes were dark blue, soft with kindness. Her eyes fixed on the open collar of his shirt, where the curly hairs showed, bleached gold against his sunburnt skin. 

“Are you—you’re Jamie Fraser, aren’t you?” 

He glanced sharply at her face. 

“I am,” he said. The wariness had returned to his face; his eyes narrowed against the sun. He glanced quickly behind him, toward the tavern, but nothing stirred in the open doorway. He took a step closer to her. 

“Who asks?” he said softly. “Have you a message for me, lass?” 

She felt an absurd desire to laugh welling up in her throat. Did she have a message? 

“My name is Brianna,” she said. He frowned, uncertain, and something flickered in his eyes. He knew it! He’d heard the name and it meant something to him. She swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks blaze as though they’d been seared by a candle flame. 

“I’m your daughter,” she said, her voice sounding choked to her own ears. “Brianna.” 

He stood stock-still, not changing expression in the slightest. He had heard her, though; he went pale, and then a deep, painful red washed up his throat and into his face, sudden as a brushfire, matching her own vivid color. 

She felt a deep flash of joy at the sight, a rush through her midsection that echoed that blaze of blood, recognition of their fair-skinned kinship. Did it trouble him to blush so strongly? she wondered suddenly. Had he schooled his face to immobility, as she had learned to do, to mask that telltale surge? 

Her own face felt stiff, but she gave him a tentative smile. 

He blinked, and his eyes moved at last from her face, slowly taking in her appearance, and—with what seemed to her a new and horrified awareness—her height. 

“My God,” he croaked. “You’re huge.” 

Her own blush had subsided, but now came back with a vengeance. 

“And whose fault is that, do you think?” she snapped. She drew herself up straight and squared her shoulders, glaring. So close, at her full height, she could look him right in the eye, and did. 

He jerked back, and his face did change then, mask shattering in surprise. Without it, he looked younger; underneath were shock, surprise, and a dawning expression of half-painful eagerness. 

“Och, no, lassie!” he exclaimed. “I didna mean it that way, at all! It’s only—” He broke off, staring at her in fascination. His hand lifted, as though despite himself, and traced the air, outlining her cheek, her jaw and neck and shoulder, afraid to touch her directly. 

“It’s true?” he whispered. “It is you, Brianna?” He spoke her name with a queer accent—Breeanah—and she shivered at the sound. 

“It’s me,” she said, a little huskily. She made another attempt at a smile. “Can’t you tell?” 

His mouth was wide and full-lipped, but not like hers; wider, a bolder shape, that seemed to hide a smile in the corners of it, even in repose. It was twitching now, not certain what to do. 

“Aye,” he said. “Aye, I can.” 

He did touch her then, his fingers drawing lightly down her face, brushing back the waves of ruddy hair from temple and ear, tracing the delicate line of her jaw. She shivered again, though his touch was noticeably warm; she could feel the heat of his palm against her cheek. 

“I hadna thought of you as grown,” he said, letting his hand fall reluctantly away. “I saw the pictures, but still—I had ye in my mind somehow as a wee bairn always—as my babe. I never expected …” His voice trailed off as he stared at her, the eyes like her own, deep blue and thick-lashed, wide in fascination. 

“Pictures,” she said, feeling breathless with happiness. “You’ve seen pictures of me? Mama found you, didn’t she? When you said you had a wife at home—” 

“Claire,” he interrupted. The wide mouth had made its decision; it split into a smile that lit his eyes like the sun in the dancing tree leaves. He grabbed her arms, tight enough to startle her. 

“You’ll not have seen her, then? Christ, she’ll be mad wi’ joy!” The thought of her mother was overwhelming. Her face cracked, and the tears she had been holding back for days spilled down her cheeks in a flood of relief, half choking her as she laughed and cried together. 

“Here, lassie, dinna weep!” he exclaimed in alarm. He let go of her arm and snatched a large, crumpled handkerchief from his sleeve. He patted tentatively at her cheeks, looking worried. 

“Dinna weep, a leannan, dinna be troubled,” he murmured. “It’s all right, m’ annsachd; it’s all right.” 

“I’m all right; everything’s all right. I’m just—happy,” she said. She took the handkerchief, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “What does that mean—a leannan? And the other thing you said?” 

“You’ll not have the Gaelic, then?” he asked, and shook his head. “No, of course she wouldna have been taught,” he murmured, as though to himself. 

“I’ll learn,” she said firmly, giving her nose a last wipe. “A leannan?” 

A slight smile reappeared on his face as he looked at her. 

“It means ‘darling,’ ” he said softly. “M’ annsachd—my blessing.” 

The words hung in the air between them, shimmering like the leaves. They stood still, both stricken suddenly with shyness by the endearment, unable to look away from each other, unable to find more words. 

“Fa—” Brianna started to speak, then stopped, suddenly seized with doubt. What should she call him? Not Daddy. Frank Randall had been Daddy to her all her life; it would be a betrayal to use that name to another man—any other man. Jamie? No, she couldn’t possibly; rattled as he was by her appearance, he had still a formidable dignity that forbade such casual use. “Father” seemed remote and stern—and whatever Jamie Fraser might be, he wasn’t that; not to her. 

He saw her hesitate and flush, and recognized her trouble. 

“You can … call me Da,” he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. “If—if ye want to, I mean,” he added diffidently. 

“Da,” she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. “Da. Is that Gaelic?” 

He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. 

“No. It’s only … simple.” 

And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she’d imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

Arrow 5X17: Three Little Words

“I liked it” these words are a game changer. Oliver finally admits what some of us had known for a while: he enjoyed killing as The Arrow, The Vigilante or Kapiushon. A rose is a rose is a rose and no matter the name he chooses, Oliver Queen is indeed a serial killer with a taste for blood. 

The fact he doesn’t kill innocents for the thrill of it doesn’t change the fact he enjoys killing the bad guys. Remember Dexter? Yeah he liked to torture his victims too before getting rid of them. And they were all bad guys…

This understanding colors differently some of Oliver’s key scenes with Felicity. Remember at the beginning of season 2 when she explains how she has kept the hood because she knows how much it means to him. Wow! Now the sad smile on Oliver’s face speaks volume of the horror committed while wearing it. 

It also explains why Oliver could only be with Felicity in times of peace. When he thought Starling City was safe and he invited her for a date. Or when he thought he could leave the life of the killer he was far behind and drove with her into the sunset. 

It also justifies why he turned so vanilla while he was in Ivy Town, it was a time of cleansing for him and he basically distanced himself as much as he could from his life of crime. Felicity could not understand that. Neither did John.

Oliver tried to explain back at the beginning of season 2. “the body count” he leaves behind is very real to him and unescapable  But for the love of his friends, family and  city, he became the Hood again and tried a different way.   

The fact that he wanted to kill and liked it is still an epiphany for Oliver because he refused to look too closely at the monster the island had helped create. Of course, this revelation will change everything and since he has believed for a long time he tainted everything he touched, he will put even more distance between himself and Felicity, as well as Diggle.

When Oliver comes back to the lair, he can barely sustain Felicity’s look of horror to what has been done to him. He has to close his eyes. He sure doesn’t feel worthy of anyone’s worry much less love.

But this ep is great news for all the Olicity fans because it shows Oliver finally being honest with himself and if he can do that, he can start to trust completely another human being. I have great hopes for 5x20 aptly named Underneath. This should be the ep where Oliver and Felicity finally share some truths and even if the sex is a flashback. It’s one step toward a reunion. Even if Oliver has some serious healing to do. But to do so you need to start by admitting what the problem is and Oliver thanks to Chase did just that. So, in shrink terms, Oliver just had a breakthrough. It was painful but necessary.

Soon it will be Felicity’s turn because she is as addicted to hacking as he is to killing and she needs to learn to forgive as mush as Oliver needs to trust. So after being unhappy with the show lately (I don’t write if I don’t have anything positive to say), I feel hopeful again. 

jigglejaggle  asked:

I'm back, its hard to pick just one of your prompts- Lance, Keith, and Shiro are dating (Shklance) and Lance just cant feel like he belongs. He starts pulling away and Keith and Shiro don’t notice until a bit too late when Lance starts sleeping in his own room and shying/flinching away from their touches, afraid of their treatment again. -- can i ask for one more after this?(;´∀`)

It’s no big deal! I’m glad that you like my Prompts ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ ask away! This might be a bit funkier than my other writing. Because I’ve only written one poly ship fic before. And trust me. Trying to balance everything out is weird


Lance knew he never really belonged. Though he thought that maybe, when Keith and Shiro asked him to join them he was ecstatic. He would have a place to be at home. A place to be happy at. Between the two people he loves the most.

Though not everything went according to his fantasies, as usual. The first few weeks were great. He felt truly happy for once, after the months of being stuck in space longing for home. Though as time went on the more he was left out. They went on dates without him, cuddling together and leaving no space for Lance, giving one another gifts and not bothering to even think of Lance. His heart was breaking slowly.

As he tried to gain their attention they brushed him off and told them to go bug someone else. Sometimes they pushed him out and away physically. It made him very various of being touched. He loved them. He loved them so very much and had enjoyed the moments he had with them.

Soon enough sleeping in a bed with them became too suffocating. He just couldn’t do it. They cuddled and held one another close and left Lance by himself with his pillow and stuffed lion he had gotten when they had asked him out in the beginning.

Their actions and treatment made him afraid, made him cautious and jumpy. He just couldn’t stand trying to sleep with them again and ending up passing out by himself on the couch when he was exhausted. Quietly during the night he slipped out of the room. He grabbed everything that belonged to him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to come back into their shared room without feeling a tight knot in his throat.

He slipped out silently, thanking whatever god or gods were out there that Shiro and Keith were heavy sleepers. He padded along silently, stuffed animal, pillow, and his clothes in his arms. Somehow he managed to shuffle into his “old” room. He set his stuff down next to the door. His heart stung as he looked at the stuff lion that had been custom made. It was red with a black mane and had striking blue eyes. Being unable to face it without tearing up he shoved it onto the dresser, facing away from his bed.

He crawled into his cold and empty bed, curling underneath his blanket he had brought with him. ‘They should just go back to how they were before without me. They obviously don’t want me in between them..’ he thought sadly as he whimpered into his pillow as he tried to find the safety of sleep.

Shiro had noticed the way Lance had been quite jittery around him and Keith. Despite how Lance had been reacting to Keith and Shiro’s actions they hadn’t noticed one bit. As they awoke the morning after Lance had gone to his own room Shiro patted the bed for his other lover. Though his hand just hit a cold spot on the other side of the bed. “Keith..”

“Keith wake up,” he said, sobering up almost instantly as he noticed their missing Cuban boy. Keith grumbled and huffed. “Keith. Seriously. Lance isn’t here,” he said with a serious tone.

In that note Keith sat up slowly, looking around. “His stuff isn’t here..” Keith mumbled in addition. “Why would he take his stuff and not be here?” He asked, genuinely confused. “I’m not sure, let’s go find out,” Shiro commented, quickly getting up and slipping on his sweats and a black shirt. Without waiting for Keith he headed over to Lance’s old room.

As he tried to open it he found it locked. His eyes widened, shuddering as Keith’s arms wrapped around his waist. “Keith, think back on how we’ve been treating Lance these past few weeks and try and tell me why he locked us out..” he mumbled.

Honestly Shiro already knew and his heart sunk with how guilty he felt. They had complete excluded him from them. The pair had treated him as nothing other than a nuisance. Keith’s arms tightened and Shiro knew that he figured it out. “We’re assholes…” Keith mumbled, fingers digging into Shiro’s sides with worry.

Shiro sighed and shook his head, unable to believe they had done this to their beloved blue Cuban boy. Right then the door opened, showing a distraught blue paladin. There were bags under his usually sparkling eyes and he looked like death itself.

As soon as Lance opened the door and saw them he was just about to shut it again, panic obvious on his face. “Lance,” he said quickly, catching the door. Lance flinched back away from his hand, obviously afraid of their touch. Shiro guided the door open and Keith shuffled in as their lover recoiled back away from them.

“What do you guys want…” he whispered, tears forcing themselves into the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Lance…” Keith whispered and reached out to cup Lance’s cheek. Lance flinched away, eyes closed as he was afraid of their touch. “If you’re just here to make fun of me leave.. I realized that you guys obviously didn’t want me with you guys and I should’ve left earlier and I’m so-” the poor boy from Cuba was silenced with a soft kiss from the Red paladin.

The poor boy tried to pull away but only managed in getting pulled closer. He melted into the comforting touch, tears streaming down his cheeks in hot droplets. Shiro ran his fingers through Lance’s soft beautiful hair. “We were idiots to not realize what we were doing. We apologize for everything. I hope you forgive us. We love you Lance. We wouldn’t ever want to be without you. If you ever feel like we’re doing this again, please, please talk to us,” Shiro whispered as he tugged the pair into his arms.

Lance pulled away from Keith reluctantly only to be swept up in another sweet and soft kiss from the black paladin. He whimpered and became liquid against his warm touch. Lance pulled back, cheeks a deep red. “I forgive you guys.. but you better make it up to me with more than just a kiss..” he said, trying to muster his usual bravado and flirty nature. Shiro and Keith smiled and laughed fondly. “Will do.” Keith mumbled and kissed Lance once again, to show him that they were truly and absolutely sorry about what they had done.


Man. I wanna make Lance suffer but I’m a total sucker for loving and fluffy apologies and reunions. This was a bit short and slightly rushed but I hope you enjoyed it

An Unexpected Reunion.

Request from @purplekitten30​: I’d like to request a Bucky x sister fic if it’s not too much trouble. Him and the team raid a hydra base and they find a teenage girl in a cryo tank in a hidden basement room. Bucky remembers her and gets emotional cause they were so close growing up. Once she wakes up they share a moment and he shows her around and he’s so happy to have his baby sister back.

Note: Hope you enjoy this! <3

Bucky Barnes x Sister!Reader

Words: 2,373

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by tsukkikatsuki

Yet another HYDRA base had been located and the team had been called upon to incapacitate it and gain all knowledge from the systems that lay inside of it. The mood in the meeting room was a sombre one; although they all wanted to eradicate HYDRA from existence but it was proving rather difficult to do so. Each one of them had been affected by the organisation; more so Bucky and Steve and they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“The goddamn bastards just keep spawning! Where are they coming from?!”

Bucky’s temper was the first to flare up as he slammed a metal fist down onto the table. A dark look enveloped his eyes as he did.

“There are reports that all those people who have gone missing over the past couple of years have had their minds infiltrated – filled with the HYDRA vision. They essentially have their pick of any innocent civilian wandering the streets.” Agent Hill’s voice mirrored the feelings of the team sat around her but despite the anger she also felt she kept it reeled in so that she was able to relay the information she needed to. “This base is known to be running underneath the guise of a homeless shelter. People have been seen entering the building but never leaving.”

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Faking It

Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: All the Avengers

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Okay, I’m terrible at summaries. Just read the imagine and tell me what you think. If you want to be tagged on all of my works tell me, please. And if you want a second part to this tell me, it’s still under consideration

All other parts are on the masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

It was the annual family reunion. Well, not so annual. The last family reunion was two years ago and the last family reunion you attended was six years go. You were a teenager at the time and itching to leave home. Not to mention you were the definition of teenage angst.

Now, you were someone completely different. You were Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger. You were badass and can take down a man in less than 5 seconds. You didn’t have any powers, but you were a skillful fighter. It was a dream when Nick Fury offered you to join the elite team. So much adrenaline and you absolutely loved the members of your team.

Your family didn’t know this, of course, they think you’re a secretary for Tony Stark. Which isn’t an entire lie. You and Tony came to an agreement and he allowed you to pass that small lie. He was a good friend and you always did favors for him, you didn’t mind of course.

However, now that you’re going back home after not seeing your family for so many years, your mother is gonna expect some things. Knowing your mother, she will either hope for a man on your hand, a ring on your finger, or maybe even a baby bump. You surely didn’t have any of those. You also didn’t want to seem like a complete loser. Your older brother was already married with a baby on the way. Your older sister was engaged. Which means that they will be nagging you about how you don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend.

You certainly didn’t want to walk into that reunion empty handed.

An idea popped into your head, not a very good one, but an idea nonetheless. You were going to ask Steve if he can accompany you. The look on their faces when I walk in there with Captain America will be priceless! You thought to yourself.

“FRIDAY? Where’s Steve?” You asked the system.

“Captain Rogers is in the gym, Miss Y/L/N,” She replied.

“Thank you,” You added and walked down to the gym. Just like you were said, Steve was hitting the punching bag. The muscles on his back were visible through his tight shirt. His blond hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat.

“Steve,” You called.

He turned and smiled at you, “Hi Y/N.”

You waltzed towards him, “Stevie Wonder, Stevie boy, Steve baby.” You poked his firm chest at each ridiculous nickname you gave him.

He had an amusing look on his face, “What is it?”

“So listen,” You patted his chest one more time before drawing your attention towards his face. “I have this family reunion coming up next week and my mother is expecting me to walk in with a significant other, so I was hoping you could go with me.” You smiled widely.

Steve raised his eyebrows, he looked surprised and flattered at the same time. A small blush rose on his cheeks, “Y/N, I’d love to, really I would, but I’m busy next week. Upcoming mission with Sam.”

You groaned, “Sam was my second choice.”

He laughed, “Sorry Y/N. If you asked me sooner, maybe I could’ve gone.”

“My mother called me this morning, it was all news to me too,” You paused. “Alright gotta find another date.”

“Ask Tony,” He asked, though it came out like a sarcastic comment.

“Tony is old enough to be my dad,” You said.

“And I’m old enough to be your grandpa,” He joked.

“Right you are there, gramps. But no, my family thinks I’m Tony’s secretary so it would be a bit questionable to be dating your boss,” You explained as you left the gym. The doors slid shut behind you.

“Okay,” You said aloud. “Steve is out, so is Sam, Tony definitely.” You gasped. “Thor!”

You went in search for Thor and found him in the lounge area. Mjolnir sat on the coffee table in front of him. Thor was balancing a book in one hand and using his free hand to hold a Poptart. His blond locks were pulled into a bun. His eyes narrowed down at his book. He looked so concentrated that you almost didn’t want to interrupt him.

“Hey Thor,” You greeted.

“Lady Y/N!” he looked up and bellowed.

“Just Y/N, remember? Whatcha reading?” You asked and plopped down on the couch next to him.

“A very interesting book, lots of death,” He smiled and showed you the cover of a book you didn’t recognize. “Hey Thor, I have this family thing coming up and I was wondering if you could go with me. It’s next week.” You said hopeful.

“I have Asgardian business to take care of,” He replied. “But why would you need me to go? Does your family want to see a real life Asgardian god?”

“Kind of. They’re just having high hopes of me being in a relationship. Considering the fact that all my other siblings and cousins are married, dating someone or engaged. I am the only single cousin that I know of.”

“Just tell your parents the truth. Say ‘Mother, Father, I have no one.’” Thor smiled and shrugged. “Simple as that.”

“You don’t get it, Thor, I can’t say that.” You whined and buried your head in a pillow.

“I’ll never understand your Midgardian ways,” He frowned.

Your shoulders slumped once again, you stood up and left.

The rest of the day you asked everyone who was a worthy candidate. Natasha said that she was busy of course. She was going on that mission with Steve. Wanda didn’t feel comfortable to be around so many unknown people. Pietro would not go anywhere without his sister because he didn’t want to leave her alone. You didn’t want to ask Vision because you knew he’d say no and you’re convinced he has a thing for Wanda.

You slid down in the chair and mumbled miserably to yourself. You had checked off everyone on the list. No one could go. You banged your head against the island as you tried to come up with another plan.

“Hey Y/N,” Bucky entered the kitchen.

It’s as if the gods spoke to you and brought Bucky to you. How could you forget him! He’s your last hope.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You clung onto him.

He gave you an alarmed look, “Y/N.”

“Bucky, I have a family reunion coming up and my mom and pretty much everyone is expecting me to go with someone. A spouse, of course, and I don’t have one. I already asked Steve and he’s going on a mission with Sam and Natasha. Thor can’t go because he has Asgardian business. Tony is my boss. Clint has a wife. Wanda can’t go because she doesn’t feel comfortable and Pietro doesn’t want to leave her alone. I can’t take Vision because everyone will flip their shit when I show up with Robot Jesus. I’m freaking out because you’re my only hope and I completely forgot about you and if you can’t go I’m gonna be doomed. I’ll be the butt of everyone’s joke and I don’t like being the butt, Bucky.”

“Y/N,” Bucky grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little. “You’re talking so fast and so much.”

You breathed, “Sorry, I’m just freaking out!”

“Calm down,” He said. “When is it?”

“Next week,” You replied.


“Back home in California.”

He nodded, “I’ll do it.”

You perked up, “Really?”

He nodded once again and smiled, “Can’t be too bad? It’ll be fun, besides. I’ve been stuck in here for too long doing nothing good. Also, I’ve always wanted to go to the west coast.”

You squealed and threw your arms around him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated. “You saved my ass.”

“I think I’m gonna be doing plenty of that these next few days.”

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Happy Bellarke fam selfie night!!! Can you believe our show actually will be back in less than 4 hours?? Not only that but we’re getting a Bellarke reunion this episode (and I’m obviously hoping for a Kabby reunion too haha.) I am so stoked for so many parts of tonight’s episode and especially for the Raven and Becca scenes we’re gonna get.

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#ThankYouBones week: day 12:  1 bones cast final thank you

Well I was here thinking and this was supposed to be a text where I emotionally crack and say I’ll never get over the fact that Bones is over and never coming back to my tv screen but even though that’s how I feel it’s not only anger and sadness that describe my feelings right now. Happiness, gratitude, growth as a person and nostalgia can also show what I’m feeling right now, I know I know, happiness? Are you feeling happy your favorite show is over? No. Of course I’m not, I’ll probably stay in bed for a week before I can go to school and pretend my life is the same as before, but I’m happy that this show HAPPENED, that this show got in my life and teached me so many things. It was the only constant in my life for nearly 6 years. I was only 12 when I started watching it, and since that day I’ve never felt lonely or without a purpose in life. I mean, I have other purposes at 17, but at 12?  I had a reason to come home everyday, to live every single day, waking up early, go to school and working hard, I wanted to be like one of those characters I saw because they are my standarts, my idols, they showed me that I can be whatever I want and not feel judged by that. I’m not only grateful for the show itself, I’m greatful for everything that came with it. The friends I made. The people I know almost all over the world, I’m a better person because I know all of those people, because they understand me and teach me everyday so many things.It’s so hard for me at 17 to feel lost, but I’m a teenager so probably I’m supposed to feel like this everyday, but I know that Bones gave me a purpose for life. To live my life fully, and never settle for second best. To work hard everyday for what I want, and that there’s truly more than one kind of family. I do believe in fate, and I think mine was supposed to find this show and be obsessed by it, but also to learn how to say goodbye to the best things in life, and to know that sometimes, the best things are not lasting, but that’s the reason why they are the best. So Bones, thank you, for changing my life in the weirdest, funniest, happiest and best way possible. I really can’t wait to have children and make them watch this wonderful show, so they can grow up knowing that they can be whoever they want and never feel bad about it the way I did. Thank you to the Bones creators, the Bones writers, the Bones CAST, all the guest stars, all the crew that helped developing this amazing show, and thank you Kathy Reichs for being a true inspiration to all the young girls out there. It was truly an honour to be a part of such a great fandom and to be able to share this experience with you guys. I will never forget my Bones family and I just hope one day we get to have this huge family reunion. Goodbye Bones.

Why Cophine Deserve A Love Scene

Hey guys - so on the back of Paleyfest and some comments made there, plus some discussions we’ve had on here in the past, I decided to put my thoughts together on the subject of sexuality shown between same sex vs opposite sex couples.

One of the many things I appreciate and enjoy about Orphan Black is the LGBT representation, particularly the queer female presence. To have a bisexual lead and a lesbian supporting character (who is also in a relationship, for the large part) where the issues they face are not all about their sexuality is wonderfully refreshing. Cosima is unapologetically lesbian, Sarah is comfortably label free, and Delphine finds her place on the queer spectrum with little dilemma. The stories and the dramas the characters face throughout the show (both within relationships and without) never centre around the character’s sexuality itself - something the show rightly deserves praise for.

There is no doubt in my mind, however, that some discrepancies between the representation of queer and straight sexuality remain. Sex and intimacy is the most apparent. We have seen Sarah and Paul have rampant sex on the kitchen counter, in the shower, and beyond. We have seen Rachel sexually dominate Paul in a gratuitously uncomfortable fashion. Donnie and Alison have sex on the freezer, vigorous sex in bed, and Donnie masturbates loudly into a cup. In addition to this, we have also seen many examples of heterosexual partial and full nudity in the show – Donnie’s butt during the freezer scene, Donnie and Alison during the infamous twerking scene, Sarah and Paul in bed, Sarah and Cal pre-love making and then later in bed etc.

When we look at how same-sex sexuality/intimacy has been shown, there are far fewer examples. Sarah does kiss a girl in a club during Season 4, and whilst it’s implied they have sex, it isn’t shown (and again, it is problematic that her sexuality was used to depict her spiralling out of control in that scene). Felix and Colin get interrupted pre-coitus (and Felix has never had a sex scene either, it’s important to note). Then we come to Cophine. Cophine have been shown in their bras and underwear on one occasion only and that was supposed to be post sex.

To some, this was potentially rather a disappointing attempt to not offend audiences or draw criticism from networks. Surely, they could have implied them to be nude, but be covered by the sheets, thus not needing to break ethical guidelines? After all this was how other scenes between heterosexual pairings were handled. Yes there was an emotional scene at the end of Season 4 which showed their intimacy and love (without the sexual element) beautifully and I do not wish to dismiss that - but while wonderful to see after such a long absence for Delphine, it does not negate the need for a well done and intimate love scene and the audience still want one.

The creators and actors have continually pushed the message that showing Cophine in a sexual context would be to put them “on show for the male gaze”; but the potential message there is two-fold; both that showing lesbian sex on TV is by default gratuitous because it is provocative, and that they as a show believe it’s impossible for them to portray it in such a way that will not appear lewd when broadcast. I think they are doing themselves and the LGBT community a disservice here while also perpetuating a double standard. For, if showing nudity or impmying sexual intimacy between two women undermines the sincerity of their relationship, what were they trying to achieve with Shaysima? It seems either they didn’t mind because it helped to contrast their relationship with Cophine, (the focus of whose relationship they wished to remain intellectual and emotional;) or that they backtracked on/suspended their original statement re male gaze, showing them sexually intimate in the hopes of enticing LGBT fans to move onto Shaysima, as if that was the key to winning fans over.

Further arguments against a love scene are things like Cophine “are not a consistent couple,” and so they do not require a love scene. However, when has that ever been a factor in two people having sex? Sarah has spent the majority of her time NOT in a relationship and yet she has had by the far the most sex on the show. Another justification used is that “the show isn’t all about relationships”. Agreed, it is not ALL about relationships, but this is a drama we are watching, not a documentary, and human relationships are intrinsic to that. While it may not be everyone’s reason, it is still a legitimate reason to watch, especially for the LGBT community, who get so little representation as it is, and that is without acknowledging that OB has repeatedly stated its intention to portray LGBT positive stories.

Further to this, yes some of the sex in the show is not used to display intimacy or romance, sometimes it’s used for comedic purposes or for power and manipulation - I get that, but it doesn’t change the overall picture – straight couples get to have sex and LGBT ones do not. People often list a multitude of plot points as reasons for them not having had the opportunity to have sex, as if the plot writes itself and this is all out of the writers and creators control, but as a work of fiction, 90% of what we see on screen is pre planned and written well before it gets to filming, and if they wanted to create these opportunities, they could.

One thing that needs to be made clear is that we as fans do not need to see actual nudity. We do not desire constant gratuitous sex without plot. We do not want to see “Cophine in bed all the time – and [we’ll] be happy,” as was once suggested. What we want to see is equality. The LGBT community deserves that. If all we wanted was sex we would not have suffered along with this angsty pairing for 4 years, through their ups and downs, distrust, misunderstandings, separation, break-up, Delphine’s shooting and disappearance, and Cosima’s near death experiences.
Evelyne Brochu has said of Cophine “there’s this combination of physical and intellectual attraction, and when you have both you can go a long way” but yet we have not really been allowed to see that physical side.

The show continuously emphasises its equal and non-preferential treatment of the LGBT by choosing “bold” storylines, which unfortunately has often put them in life threatening situations. To truly follow through with this endeavour, it needs to apply in all circumstances. If they can happily level the playing field, and allow “anyone to die” on this show, then why can’t anyone have sex? Allowing them to be sexual with each other, if done in a respectful way, is a valid and necessary element to their love story. It’s about allowing them the same rights and depth as straight relationships. They state it has “the same weight as a straight relationship” but if they have the same weight, they should be allowed the same expressions of love. Equal treatment is the same treatment, not treating them differently. Treating them fairly and respectfully doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive of treating them the same. They can do both. To quote others in the community, “When you treat something differently, you are saying it IS different” and “If we don’t start to treat these scenes as the same, then they’ll never be seen as the same”.

Having said all of the above, I want to reiterate how great I think Orphan Black is. I really do. I wouldn’t still be watching 5 years later, much less constructing my thoughts in such a way, if I didn’t feel this so strongly. I do not wish to ignore the progression the show has offered in terms of LGBT representation, or the positive role it’s played in my life, as I know it has in many others. But just because we love a show, doesn’t mean we can’t expect it to uphold the highest standards of representation for our community. In fact, I think that is exactly what we SHOULD be expecting, since Orphan Black has knowingly marketed itself as an LGBT-positive show.

Sadly however, even amongst the LGBT community, I often see the subtly internalised homophobic idea that “we should be happy with what we have, don’t be ungrateful.” I would like to think that the creators, if they read this, will see this as the fans going “we love this show and we think you’ve done a great job, but here’s our feedback.” That is certainly my perspective – I loved the reunion scene at the end of Season 4, and considering Graeme has described Cophine as the most important romantic couple on the show, I am hoping for good things in Season 5.

We love the show and we admire and encourage its commitment to showing positive LGBT representation. So trust your stories, Orphan Black and continue to push boundaries – your audience will reward you for it.

SnK Chapter 92 Poll Results

The chapter 92 poll closed with 500 reported entries.

(486 responses)

This chapter had a better reception than the last one. Seeing Reiner and Zeke was cited as a factor by many. Also the action was hard to resist.

that was an interesting way to set up a new story arc. i don’t really know whether i liked it or not, and i’m really eager to see what’s going on with our main crew. i’m gonna reserve most of my judgement until there’s a bigger picture though, so i can fully see what’s going on and why Isayama decided to start like this.

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The Last Five Eps: What we know, what I expect and what I hope to see

Hiatus is always a hard time to be in fandom. Lots of waiting, lots of impatience, lots of missing our ship and our show. But this hiatus was… dare I say it? Pretty nice. I hesitate to say easy, simply because we’re all so anxious to finally get to see these last five eps. But the fandom has been so excited and that’s really made things kind of fun. I’d put this hiatus behind the summer hiatus between season 2 and 3 in order of “Best Hiatus’”. If anyone ever had such a list, that is. 😉

But now we’re looking down the barrel of these last five episodes and the end of the season is rushing up at us. This is where things get wild. Historically speaking. Last year was a bit of a flop but most seasons, the last five episodes is where Arrow really shines. So I wanted to go over what we know, what I’m expecting, and what I’m hoping for.

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