“This was a chance to play with someone who’s excited about features and loves filmmaking, and Bowman always pushes himself and the whole crew, and we love it. There’s nothing better than dancing in filmmaking with someone that is willing to go all in, and he’s definitely one of those creatives.” [x]
Hey, there, Christine. It’s me, your father. Dad, Dada, Daddy. If you’re watching this right now, I’m dead. Um, if I was a good father to you, you’re sad right now. If we had some sort of, like, falling out, let’s just forget about it and move on. It’s not worth it. You know, personally, I’m doing everything I can to get into Heaven right now, but your mother believes, well, she thinks that, I tell you what. Why don’t you ask her. It’s complicated. These are the last words that I’m going to-to speak in this world.
Reiyn sat in the living room with various books and papers sprawled out as she sat in a criss-cross fashion on the couch. She took a deep breath trying to unscramble her stressed out mind while doing homework getting the whiff of pumpkin pie. The air was thick with the smell of just about pumpkin pie scented everything. Pumpkin candles, pumpkin air freshener, and of course, the limited edition scented cleaning supplies that Levi had bought.
Thinking back to what Levi said to her a year ago when they first met, he was right about the whole college getting tougher as you go up in the years. Reiyn was now a sophomore and didn’t even think she could handle all of this. Luckily some of her financial burden was lifted when Levi offered to let her stay at his own apartment after he graduated and she started her second year. Marco still wasn’t happy with the arrangement of course but he just had to accept that Levi was someone Reiyn ultimately trusted that way and a lot more since he was her boyfriend.
Reiyn leaned back onto the couch. She just wanted a break but with all these assignments due she couldn’t afford to do that. She probably couldn’t even celebrate Halloween which was quite literally around the corner. Reiyn let out another sigh before pressing the palms of her hands to her closed eyes.
“There is no way you’re a virgin.” Dean”s shoulders quake with laughter as he looks at you from the other end of the sofa. “Good one,” he says. “But not quite believable.” He stands up and stretches, walking in the direction of the kitchen. “You need to raise your game, bud.”
sometimes/always when i am singing HAMILTON’s “my shot” to myself it transitions seamlessly into eminem’s “lose yourself"
“hey yo i’m just like my country/i’m young, scrappy and hungry/and i’m not throwing away my shot/i’ve got to formulate a plot/or end up in jail or shot/ success is my only motherfuckin option, failure’s not”
“Steve, do you want kids?” You asked. Steve chocked on his water. “I gotta go to the restroom.” He excused himself and ran down the hall.
“So, you never answered my question. Do you want kids sometime in the future?” You asked him. “Whoa!” Steve shouted as he made a score on the game. “That’s not fair!” You told him.
“Hey, should’ve been paying attention.” Steve smiled at you. You walked towards him and gave him a passionate kiss. You made a move and got a point. “Okay, now that’s not cool.” Steve told you and you giggled.
“Should’ve been paying attention.” You told him. He smiled and you two continued the game. Steve ended up losing.
“Y/N, could you please stop asking me that? Please.” He begged you. “Why? You don’t want kids?” You asked him. “No, okay? I don’t want kids.” He told you. You gasped softly, “I think we should have something apart.” You told him and walked off.
Steve felt terrible, in reality, he would love to have a kid with you. He wanted to start a life with you, but he was afraid that he could have kids.
Later that day, Bruce came out of his lab and went to your room, but found Steve on your bed. “Uh…do you know where Y/N is?” Bruce asked him.
“No, why?” Steve sniffled. “I need to give her back some test results.” Bruce said. “Of?” Steve asked. “I don’t think I should tell you, but….Well, it does involve you.” Bruce said.
“Here, congratulations.” Bruce shyly smiled, handed Steve the envelope and left. Steve opened the envelope and smiled. You were pregnant, with his child.
Steve ran out of your room, “Tony, do you know where Y/N is?” Steve asked him. “She’s my daughter, of course I know where she is.” Tony said, and continued to work on his new suit.
“Where is she?” Steve asked. “Why would I tell you?” Tony scoffed. “It’s important, I need to talk to her.” Steve said. Tony sighed, “She’s at the Baccarat Hotel.” Tony told him. “Thank you.” Steve said.
Steve knocked on your door. “Who is it?” He heard your voice. “Room service.” He said in a German accent. “Coming.” You said and walked towards the door and opened it.
“Steve.” You said and he smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked him. “The reason I said I didn’t want kids, was because I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to have them.” He said.
“Then, I saw this.” He told you, handing you the paper. You read it and smiled. He then hugged you, “I love you, Y/N.” He said. “I love you, too.” You told him.
He sent you down, “Ready to come home?” He asked. “My dad did pay for a whole week.” You told him. He walked in and locked the door.
well now that i had a i chance to see “Captain America: the Winter Soldier” without interruptions, i can now appreciate it alot more. this probably stands as my favorite marvel movie, with “Guardians of the Galaxy” coming in a close second. this movie thou has a very tight plot and well choreograph/shot action. plus it has the balls to tell a very mature story that really takes some potshots at the American government. its really well crafted spy thriller. and once you let all sink it really resembles the metal gear saga. a super solider, with a dead friend that comes back to life with cybernetic augmentations, fighting a shadow organization that will use a a new weapon to rule the world. just strap a bandana on Captain America and give him a rougher voice and his set.
in conclusion: the “Winter Soldier” is the Metal Gear movie i always wanted
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okay last little thing: there are a lot of plot holes in this episode.
1) okay- so Fitz needed historical data on the monolith in Ep. 3.02; totally legit. His researched spanned centuries. But FREAKING NASA HAD THE MONOLITH IN 2001? Wait, NASA actually sorta knew when the monolith would open up, as in, they could send multiple people + equipment over in one go? Guys, these astronauts didn’t just chill in a room with the monolith for a month or so. NASA had to have some idea how to send people over. Why did NASA stop sending supplies? Even if they couldn’t get people back, they could still send stuff there. How did SHIELD get the Monolith from NASA?!
.Anyways- Fitz found a record of the Monolith spanning centuries. He even went to negotiate with ISIS. So, how did he not know the previous owner was freaking NASA, up until 2001? I just don’t get it.
2) Simmons literally was shouting Will’s name; and then, less then a minute later, was shouting Fitz’s, and a few minutes after that, she was on Earth. She couldn’t have forgotten about Will, her space boyfriend, in just a few minutes. Why wasn’t she screaming his name (or something along those lines) at the bottom of the well? Why was her first words on earth, Fitz, when she was so concerned about Will?
(my tinfoil-hat theory is that EH didn’t know about space boyfriend/3.05 script at this point. There was no Will Daniels, at that point of shooting.)
3) Simmon’s stake, at the end of 3.02, highly implies that she needed constant self-protection. Which she totally did. However, she also had a home on the planet, a nice, cozy cave with a really sweet space boyfriend and beds and tables-even plates- and all of that provided really great security (just remember- Will’s been alive in the hole for FOURTEEN YEARS).
I guess I just need an adult to explain these things and this episode to me. I really liked it, if it wasn’t an AOS episode. Elizabeth was fantastic, it was beautiful, but it just felt super shoeboxed….and I just didn’t understand half of it.
It didn’t matter that he pledged himself into a pack – an unbreakable
bond between those he now called his brothers and sisters – they have his word
but you have his heart.
It’s not quite right to call you his mate because he wasn’t some animal that picked someone up and
marked them as their own – no, you were more than that because he didn’t have
to mark you to remind you that you were his, he’d never have to find you
because you’d never leave and you were more than a predestined fate of an
animal boy, you were the lover of a man with hazel eyes and rugged hands and you’d
stay with him regardless of a mark, fate be damned.
It wasn’t a meant to
be so much as it was fell into place and
a future with blank pages to create was more beautiful than a storyline inked
in your actions.
And if you flipped back a couple of chapters, you’d remember
how it all began.
A once upon a time to
a horror story to be, the wolf hiding in a fairy tale.
He’d wear his pointed teeth with pride, the same way a
prince might wear his crown.
A prince with his army in the trees, a halo of dead leaves in
his tousled dark blonde hair and blood staining his glinting teeth.
Who said a monster couldn’t be king?
He led them.
He wasn’t just a part of the pack, he was the head, he was
the alpha; the closest thing to a king with authority in his steps and
dominance in his voice.
He commanded them and he was the one who held the reigns
when the betas were too unruly, roping in the omegas when they were dangerously
It was him with steel in his voice and iron in his mouth –
they all looked up to him with some sort of awe in their wide eyes, the big
brother with the belting laugh and wide grin and the leader with the complex
strategies and fearless action.
He looked out for them – they were family and they were
practically his own – and there’s nothing Ashton wouldn’t do for his pack, to keep
them safe from whatever tried to hunt them down.
You found it rather extraordinary, really – you saw how
reckless the younger ones were with their obnoxiously loud laughter and
careless confidence, their eyes flashing yellow just to play with others, the
points in their teeth that appeared without a second thought in a fight.
And yet somehow – even the most unruly of them all stood up straight
with a single look from Ashton’s narrowed eyes.
He could tame feral beasts with nothing but a sharp look and
a growl in the back of his throat, but he could never come close to taming
something as wild as you.
He’d never want to cage something quite as free as you.
Perhaps that’s why he runs by your side instead.
You’re almost used to it now, you think.
You were thrown into the world of the supernatural without
so much as a minute to catch your breath – werewolves and witches and hunters
and demons and the world of the supernatural was there right before your eyes,
right under your nose – just a glimpse before you were lost in it all.
You didn’t have a place in it, but the moment you choose to
stand by Ashton’s side was the moment you had to embrace the fall as everything
you knew drifted away into something darker.
Seeing your boyfriend’s eyes turn blood red was hardly
something you could get used to easily; the warning shade in his pupils paired
with his too-pointed smirk enough to make you forget about the gentle touch of
his fingers trailing up your arm and the warm taste of his lips.
Because then there’s something animal about the boy who curled up to you in the middle of the
night; there’s somethingabout the
way his features distort into stretched lips and gaping teeth, untamed hair in
an erratic disarray and something raw in
The way he looks at you with the hunger of a frenzied animal
for your pretty little neck instead of hunger for your quirked lips.
But then he nuzzles you the way he always did, breathing you
in with deep inhales – you always wondered why it always seemed like he was smelling you – and you see yourself
reflected in his red eyes, you see him through the blood.
And you’ve come to see that this animal was a part of him,
that it was him, not some ulterior
part that you could ignore.
Ashton was the wolf that lurked in his bones; the way he
nipped your neck with hungry bites and howled your name back into your lips,
the way his grip emulated power, breath uneven and out of control.
He might have been the alpha of his pack, but when it comes
to the scent of your skin and the taste of your sweat, he’s powerless and you’re
the moon he howls to, that he loses control over.
He bends to your will in the dark closet rooms, worship in
between haggard breaths.
Like an obedient beta to its alpha.
He’d do anything for you.
You knew that before but you know it with a certainty now;
you knew how he returned with scratches on his forearms and blood that tasted
foreign on his lips.
It’s taken care of.
You knew how he would put himself in front of danger to
protect his pack, to protect you –
racing to the forest the moment he hears a whisper of even a single leaf hiding
a secret and racing to get you out of the way, his broad body shielding you
from whatever came your way.
You knew safety was a luxury in his world of supernatural –
there would always be lurking evil in the shadows and unexplainable dangers
that hid in the corners of the darkened world.
There would always be people – monsters and beasts and
magical beings and beings that were not quite fully there – who’d seek to tear
the infamous alpha to shreds, to wipe that smirk off his face and destroy the
reckless pack that was hellbent on creating chaos.
And you – you who was so helpless in the eyes to these timeless
wraths – you were the perfect target because if they couldn’t destroy the
bronze-haired beast, they’d destroy you and wait for him to self-destruct.
You see, Ashton wasn’t the only one looking at you with
What happens when you
take away the mutt’s precious chew toy?
He loses the careful control that an alpha like him is known
for; when he loses you he’s lost himself too.
They steal you far enough away so you can’t hear his throat
ripping as he howls out your name to the wind, to his moon.
He’d destroy the world to find you somewhere in the debris
before he destroyed himself when he couldn’t find your smile in the ruins and