qualified beauties

If you have doubts about seeing the new Beauty and the Beast movie because of certain decisions made by Disney...

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Originally posted by jokerasylum91

….LeFou has done nothing to warrant hatred and is just amazing in this movie.

Seriously.

Go watch it and judge it for yourself. If you come to me and say you didn’t like it after you watched it, for whatever reasons you put forward, well…that’s your rightful opinion and I will accept and respect it like a gentleman.

Judging Disney’s decisions without even watching the damn movie is shameful, especially since this one is just…just great entertainment! Maybe not the best movie for 2017, but it certainly qualifies as award-worthy.

The Voltron fandom seeing Allura in pink paladin armor and piloting the Blue Lion thus making her subservient to Keith who has no proper leadership skills or qualities:

Originally posted by i-am-a-lucky-artefact

Fans who already loved Allura from day one and know her to be a perfect leader and fill-in until Shiro’s return:

Originally posted by azrontheninja

anonymous asked:

I've been reading your fics (they're all amazing bless you), and I was wondering what's your writing method for staying in character between everyone because you're so good at it! <3

man i wish i had a good answer. tbh i think i’ve just watched vld too many times, but here’s a quick guide for the major traits i see in all the characters and some tips for writing them. it’s not exhaustive or absolutely correct. this is just my perspective and how i try to characterize them.

(quick note: if you break from these traits, that’s when i think you can get a really impactful scene ie. if hunk is the one arguing that they run toward danger.)

keith:

  • dialogue: quiet when he’s uncomfortable, thinks before he speaks, uses dorky slang, probably the most witty when he’s comfortable, always trying to hold himself back but wears his heart on his sleeve despite this, would never whine, explosive and belligerent when he’s at his wit’s end, stoic doesn’t hesitate to ask for help or scream. internally: highly self critical, pragmatic, motivated by a strict moral code, definitely overthinking it, never deceptive (even when trying to be), biggest weakness is shiro (canon) and anything that requires him to choose between his friends and what he thinks is morally right, very uncomfortable with the spotlight, the Most Determined, i started this fight and i’ll end it. appearance: doesn’t care, hair in his face, sweaty jock boy, fast and leggy, gimme them high kicks, folded arms, intense, most likely to jump off something because it seemed convenient.

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  • Plebe: But you CAN'T, cannot, can not, are unable to look past What Leroux Described ® so please, Phangirls, shut up.
  • Me: Son, I've spent enough nights awake contemplating this damnable obsession, so let me tell u I'd gently pet and console a mouldy, ill-tempered sack of potatoes if it was my Erik.

※ MORE JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS ※

sentences from 10 more of jenna’s videos – feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! PART ONE HERE

AN ADVENTURE IN PARAFFIN WAX

  • “You’re calling this a bad idea? I haven’t even started yet…!”
  • “You can’t hide behind bad ideas.”
  • “I’ll take one fuck me up fam and a knife, please.”
  • “All of my fucking dreams are coming true.”
  • “I did not anticipate it taking three fucking hours, but here we go.”
  • “Why don’t you snap me some nudes while we wait?”
  • “I look like the hamburger helper guy.”
  • “Imagine the power of this in the wrong hands. Those are my hands.”
  • “I like my nails like I like my life: a mess.”
  • “Are you judging me?”
  • “Considerable bukkake is the new genre of porn.”
  • “No good idea has ever come from my brain.”
  • “They will not let you do this at the salon because they clearly don’t like fun.”
  • “We don’t care about your safety, anyone else’s safety, or the fire code.”
  • “What, you don’t like fun?”
  • “I’ve invented a thing…! I’ve invented a thing that’s never existed before…! As far as I know…!”
  • “Are you impressed or what?”
  • “This has been bothering me for, like, fifteen years.”
  • “I invented fucking candle hands, okay?”

MAKING TINY THINGS FOR OUR HAMSTER 2

  • “Can I trust you with the scissors?”
  • “I swear to god, we’re gonna go to the hospital by the end of this video.”
  • “Go wash yourself, you’re nasty, and you need Jesus.”
  • “Babe, do you know what my astrological sign is?”
  • “It means that you’re fucking insane.”
  • “What are you writing on your hand?”
  • “Don’t write secrets about Joel Osteen on your hand.”
  • “This is fucking frustrating already.”
  • “Julien’s doing aries things again…”
  • “Now we have some time to talk about how you need to stop it.”
  • “If it comes out shitty, don’t make fun of me, okay?”
  • “This is fucking impossible.”
  • “It’s not exactly perfect, but we tried our best.”
  • “This took so much effort, oh my god.”
  • “When you’re dating me, do you ever just feel like, what the fuck?”
  • “I mean, this shit’s ridiculous.”
  • “I failed, I’m sorry, I’m trying my best.”
  • “Bitch, where the fuck am I?”
  • “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a little ungrateful.”
  • “Not quite a success, but not quite a failure, so, sounds a lot like my life.”

GIVING MYSELF A PERM

  • “First of all, I have a wedding to go to this weekend, how can I fuck that up?”
  • “What can I do that I’ve always wanted to do?”
  • “I want a perm, but not like a full-blown one.”
  • “Excuse you, I have a living, breathing online resumé that I think more than qualifies me as a beauty professional.”
  • “Get fucked.”
  • “Yeah, this smells like ass.”
  • “I have a question for you, Julien. Why do you put up with me?”
  • “I haven’t gone to a professional hair dresser since, what, last December…?”
  • “I’d like one fuck me up fam.”
  • “Apparently, this stuff burns your skin and shit.”
  • “I feel like, if this works, you’re gonna be fuckin’ jealous.”
  • “I’m in the middle of something…!”
  • “I feel so disrespected.”
  • “This is mediocre at best, but we done did it.”
  • “Hey, that’s kind of dramatic.”
  • “Did you just spit on the floor…!?”
  • “Have you ever tried swatting flies with a knife?”
  • “It’s not time to dick around yet.”
  • “It’s always time to dick around, okay?”
  • “I just look like a dirtier version of myself.”
  • “Is it bad that I kinda like it?”
  • “This level of damage takes such hard work and dedication.”
  • “I’m having so much fucking fun right now, are you kidding me?”
  • “Touch this and tell me what it feels like?”
  • “For $8, this is an awful lot of fun.”

I SUCK AT PRANKS 3

  • “We’re just gonna have to freak out and do it.”
  • “Who, after a long day of hard work, doesn’t love to come home to a surprise prom?”
  • “He’s gonna be pissed, and it’s gonna make a mess.”
  • “Wait, who the fuck are you?”
  • “I hope that he’s too busy and doesn’t notice that I’m gone at all.”
  • “Is this even fucking worth it?”
  • “I will do anything to romance prank my boyfriend.”
  • “I’m a little disappointed, but it’s gonna be alright.”
  • “What the fuck is that?”
  • “No, you’re ruining prom…!”
  • “This bubble machine has more than paid for itself in fun.”
  • “Oh my god, I don’t know what to do, I’m not almost done.”
  • “Julien’s gonna be pissed, but that’s okay.”
  • “This is gonna be a disaster to clean up.”
  • “I didn’t expect him home this soon — he said 5 PM, and it is not 5 PM. I’m freaking out.”
  • “I’m not good at pranks or surprises.”
  • “Will you go to prom with me?”
  • “What is going on?”
  • “Am I being pranked?”
  • “What are you wearing?”
  • “We’re going to prom…!”
  • “I have to go, immediately.”
  • “I got a fog machine that doesn’t work.”
  • “Be very careful, it’s slippery.”
  • “Help yourself to some punch — it’s watermelon water and vodka.”
  • “You scared the shit out of me when I walked in.”
  • “This was amazing…!”
  • “Alright, clean this shit up.”

GOOGLE DEEP DIVE WITH ME 2

  • “I don’t know if I can take any more.”
  • “I’m literally losing my mind today.”
  • “That dog looks like it’s wearing dentures.”
  • “First of all, fuck her.”
  • “Don’t look at me, look at the road.”
  • “She’s gonna kill someone.”
  • “Nobody had a good time in Driver’s Ed.”
  • “How is that not against the law?”
  • “We’re having a really hard day.”
  • “There’s nothing to dislike about this…!”
  • “I’m invested in the story now.”
  • “This is my favorite channel on the Internet.”
  • “Get back here right now.”
  • “He just shot her…!”
  • “Dude, this guy’s a fuckin pro…!”
  • “He’s a legend. He’s an absolute legend.”

MY DOGS EATING PEANUT BUTTER FOR 3 MINUTES STRAIGHT

  • “Nothing serious is happening, you don’t need to be worried.”
  • “I’m just feeling not quite like myself today.”
  • “I thought to myself, what would make me happy today?”
  • “I love watching dogs — or any animal, really — eating peanut butter.”
  • “This is what I’m gonna make this week.”

SHAVING MY BOYFRIEND’S FACE

  • “You’re gonna have to teach me all of this.”
  • “Are you still gonna love me if I accidentally cut you?”
  • “Get you a man that loves you even if you cut him.”
  • “It’s a neck beard, and I don’t want one.”
  • “This part takes me approximately 30 seconds to do by myself.”
  • “Can I shave the rest of your body?”
  • “Can I use this on my legs?”
  • “That’s perfect, you’re doing really well.”
  • “Why are you laughing?”
  • “You bailed out?”
  • “This is a lot of trust I’m giving you right now.”
  • “I like when you praise me.”
  • “I think you look super hot… and a little crazy.”
  • “I feel so objectified.”
  • “Baby… you hardly shaved me.”
  • “I wanted to err on the side of caution.”
  • “I’m saving myself for marriage.”
  • “Can I shave your eyebrows?”
  • “Can I shave your head? Like, with a razor?”
  • “I’m ignoring you.”
  • “Are you complimenting yourself?”
  • “We can’t all be aries, okay? The world would be a fucking tornado and nothing would get done.”
  • “That is the definition of being nasty.”
  • “Alright, um, clean all this shit up.”

RECREATING FACE PAINTINGS

  • “Did I just call myself a lady?”
  • “This is what a grown woman does in her free time.”
  • “Just know that I’m putting my life at risk for you.”
  • “I hate the Internet.”
  • “This really isn’t off to a great start.”
  • “Orange isn’t gonna work, it’s too pale, because I am the color of that.”
  • “This shit is cute as fuck.”
  • “What about this says blowjob to you?”
  • “Oh, that’s terrifying…!”
  • “Do you like it or not…!?”
  • “There’s a cockroach in there, I’m gonna die.”
  • “Oh my actual god, that looks horrifying.”
  • “Are you the art police?”
  • “I have to go because there’s a cockroach lost in my house somewhere, and we’ve gotta burn it down.”
  • “It’s time to burn the house down, Julien.”
  • “I hope that you’re pleased with yourselves.”

PRANK CALLING PEOPLE BUT WE CAN’T HEAR THEM

  • “I’m not cut out for pranks. I just feel guilty the whole time.”
  • “I don’t feel bad pranking them - they deserve it.”
  • “Where are you? I’m looking for you, I can’t find you.”
  • “I told you to block your number…!”
  • “I’m super high.”
  • “You guys wanna get three-way married?”
  • “Did he just think I was high out of my mind?”
  • “I got high. I got too high.”
  • “Wait, is she actually having a breakdown or something?”
  • “I don’t know what to say!”
  • “It’s fun calling your friends like this.”
  • “I couldn’t say the word butthole to save my life.”
  • “This is just the lowest kind of humor, and sometimes, it’s what’s necessary in the world.”
  • “Alright, that’s it, that’s what we contributed to the world today.”

TEACHING MY BOYFRIEND HOW TO PITCH A SOFTBALL

  • “I was a pitcher in college, but, like, not a good one.”
  • “Look at me right now and tell me you’re not intimidated.”
  • “Get that off your fuckin head, you damn idiot.”
  • “This is fun, we’re having fun.”
  • “Oh my god, are you trying to kill me?”
  • “That’s good; you’re doing better than I thought you’d do.”
  • “How actually dare you?”
  • “Get your sweaty hat off of me.”
  • “This feels a lot like revenge, and I’m feeling pretty happy about it.”
  • “Don’t break it; it’s vintage and authentic.”
  • “You look like my mom and my dad.”
  • “You found a sport you’re not good at.”
  • “True life I killed my girlfriend.”
  • “This is not the sport for me.”
  • “I’m not gonna give in to your weird, sick fantasies today.”
  • “This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
  • “Everything hurts, but it’s good.”
  • “You look like you’re in genuine pain.”
  • “Who hurt you?”
  • “Respect me.”
  • “Now hit the showers.”
  • “Are you coming, or…?”
  • “One of us finished their college career.”
  • “I got hurt.”
  • “If you don’t fuckin let me down, I swear to god.”
  • “Pay me for my services…!”
  • “I’m gonna call the police…!”
Malik Ishtar isn’t Girly, or Gay

And other inflammatory titles, including: “Western Character Readings are neither Definitive, nor at times, Appropriate”. 

nb: This essay will make use of the term Marginalized Orientations, Gender identities, and Intersex, (hereinafter referred to as MOGAI) as an alternative to the word queer.

A fairly common description of Malik Ishtar, is that he is designed with effeminate, and MOGAI-encoded traits. This reading of his aesthetic, whilst not exclusive to the Western fandom, is exacerbated, and encouraged by a Western perspective of gender, sexuality, and encoding. 

Obviously, there is nothing wrong with approaching Yu-Gi-Oh! or Malik Ishtar as a Westerner, particularly as the series enjoyed a global release. In fact, it is natural to consider the impact of MOGAI-encoding on a Western audience. However, not analyzing the material within its native context (1) is short-sighted, and incredibly self-absorbed.


To state that Malik Ishtar is intended (2) to be read as feminine, or gay, applies this Western reading without remembering this. Instead, Malik’s design clearly draws on a Bishōnen (美少年, lit. beautiful young man) aesthetic. Although Bishōnen does indeed have roots in homosexuality, and femininity, the modern use of the aesthetic is realized as a form of idealized youth, transient bisexuality, and gender-neutral androgyny. 

Initially, this description of Bishōnen may seem very similar to the Westernized “camp” aesthetic. Indeed, Bishōnen includes elements of MOGAI-encoding, but where the Westernized trope has effeminate elements deriving from sexuality, the Bishōnen trope derives androgyny, and bisexuality from age. Further, where the Westernized “camp” is used to portray MOGAI characters, often via negative parody, Bishōnen are considered highly desirable to women.

Indeed, they are described as highly desirable to everyone. It is an aesthetic intended to appear as neither masculine, nor feminine, and to be transcendently attractive. In this regard, Bishōnen most closely resemble the Western depiction of angels (gender-neutral, and beautiful to everyone) more than Western depictions of MOGAI individuals.

What a sweet angel - hah! 

Moving on, Bishōnen as an aesthetic is seen as appealing, and is emulated by Idols, Visual Kei artists, and many Japanese Youth in order to become more attractive, especially to women. It is not specifically an aesthetic favoured by the Japanese MOGAI community, and indeed, the homosexual male community distinctly disfavours it.

However, due to its popularity with young women, within the Shōnen genre, it is specifically used to appeal to a female readership. This is different to being a Shōjo, or Yaoi/BL genre, in that Bishōnen are used - again, to appeal to the female readership - but also feature in romantic storylines, involving either young women, or young men. When used in Shōnen, it diversifies reader appeal aesthetically, rather than narratively.

Although there is still an implication of bisexuality, Malik is primarily designed as incredibly attractive. Importantly, the bisexuality disclosed by the trope is specific to age - basically, same-gender romantic tension is acceptable, as something practiced by children, and teenagers.

Arguably the design-shift between the Battle City arc, and Millennium World arc is heightened masculinity. From a Western Perspective, he has lost many of his feminine, and thus MOGAI-encoded traits. However, in the context of Bishōnen, Malik has retained the elegance, and prettiness that qualify him as beautiful (bi, 美) and grown away from youthful androgyny. The implication is not that his heel-face-turn has “straightened” him out, but that it has matured him from a beautiful boy, into a beautiful man (biseinen, 美青年).

Of course, this does carry the connotation that he will eventually grow out of his “childish” bisexuality. There is still a MOGAIphobic element, however it was not deliberately invoked, and is instead a facet of a larger cultural attitude. This does not make it less offensive, but it does make it less implicit. In case it is unclear to any readers, people do not grow up and magically become straight, and the implication that they do is offensive.


In conclusion, Malik Ishtar’s aesthetic is not coded as “girly”, or “gay”, but instead as ambivalent in sexuality, and androgynous in presentation – and above-all, excessively young, and attractive

And maybe if Malik is hot as hell, and strips a bit in the anime, then more girls will watch YGO. It worked, didn’t it?

Although a Western audience will always bring their own expectations, tropes and encoding to analysis, it is important to never assume that one’s own perspective is more important, or accurate. To make that assumption is flatly offensive in this context.

Regardless of Malik Ishtar’s aesthetic informing the audience that he is androgynous, and bisexual, please don’t forget that presentation does not equal sexuality, or identity. 


FOOTNOTES

(1) As a sidenote, don’t forget, there is a strong cultural divide between Japanese media or entertainment, and Japanese society. There is an understanding that deviations permitted in the context of entertainment isn’t normally permissible, and is not inherently real. As Malik Ishtar is a fictional character, societal oppression does not apply to him in the same way, or intensity as it it would, if he was a real person.

(2) Additionally, it is vital to understand that the design of a character does not exist in a vacuum. Although Malik Ishtar may have character reasons for his presentation, he is not a real person, and therefore lacks autonomy over his appearance. Instead, his appearance is dictated by his creator, and his creator’s motivations.

Therefore, it remains offensive to presume that the sexuality and gender identity of real people can be determined by their presentation. Although presentation may be dissected from a design standpoint, to argue a character, or real person identifies in certain ways, based purely on their appearance is potentially problematic.

So I’d like to preface this with I’ve yet to see Beauty and the Beast, so I can only judge by what I’ve heard.

But seeing all these posts about Watson’s performance got me thinking.

Disney.

You already have a brunette that vaguely looks like Belle, has a British accent since you insisted on that, has some goddamn good acting chops for a newcomer, can sing (Barbra Fucking Streisand even said so), and would get all the butts in the seats, because everyone already loves her.

Like. I realize Watson was lined up for a Beauty and the Beast adaptation since Guillermo del Toro was making it.

But Disney.

You could’ve had Daisy Ridley.

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And yes, I’m aware there’d be serious scheduling conflicts, but goddammit, I find it hard to believe I’d have all this hate thrown in my face if they had found a way to work this out…

Like. If you had to go as white as you did, at least pick someone epically qualified.

You Are Perfect (Alistair/Warden)

For the calming drabble prompt: “I don’t care what they think. To me, you are perfect.” And because I haven’t posted anything with Alistair in too long.

“Alistair, you can’t,” Solona whispered, a look of pain flitting across her face. She fought back tears as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You’re going to be the next King of Ferelden. You have to-”

He cut her off angrily. “I never wanted to be king. I still don’t want to be king. My place is with the Wardens. With you.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself against her own words. “But you’re the only person who can lead Ferelden now. It’s not about me anymore.”

“Anora can lead for all I care!” he retorted. “She wants it far more than I do anyway.” He reached for her but she pulled away, still staying carefully out of reach. “No matter what happens, we can find a way to make things work. We always have…” He trailed off as she shook her head.

“Alistair, you’re to be king. You have to be king. You know yourself that we can’t trust Anora on the throne.” The lump in her throat seemed to be getting larger and she swallowed hard. “I-” she grit her teeth as her voice trembled noticeably, “I’m sorry.”

He groaned, frustration clear on his face, mingled with the hurt. “Fine,” he said at length, and she had to fight the urge to inhale sharply at the finality of his tone. “Fine, but you’re staying with me.”

She blinked, thrown by the unexpected demand. “I- What?”

“Stay with me. Marry me.” He hesitated, momentary embarrassment flickered over his face, but continued on doggedly. “I know this isn’t a good time, and there are a thousand other things to worry about but…” He trailed off, noticing her slack-jawed expression.

There was a long silence as her brain struggled to process his words. “Please say something,” he murmured at last. “Solona, please.”

“I can’t!” The cry burst out of her before she could stop it, and she turned away before he could notice the tears that escaped her control.

“Why not?” His voice was small, uncertain, and Maker, why did it have to hurt so much?

Look at me,” Solona hissed, whipping around to face him once more, her tone full of the bitterness she had held back for years. “I’m a mage, Alistair. Only one misstep away from an abomination. Ferelden would never- You can’t-”

Her composure broke as he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in an embrace that she shouldn’t - couldn’t - have. Yet, even through her sobs, she could hear him whisper fiercely, “I don’t care what they think. To me, you are perfect.”

There was a time when all that was necessary to qualify for America’s Most Beautiful Roadster award was to build a car without a top.  Though riding on a ‘37 Ford chassis “The Alien” was a one-off fiberglass creation of brothers Art and Mike Himsl and had no resemblance to anything Ford ever produced.  It was awarded the AMBR trophy in 1969.  The Petersen, Los Angeles, CA.

Steve Rogers x Reader: Just Breathe

Helllooo! I wrote this all on my own without even a prompt, so yay for me. I think it’s adorable. Enjoy!

Warnings: Asthma attack, swearing.

Your name: submit What is this?

The faint sound of a siren far below made you blink open your eyes. You’d been leaning on the open window sill, sipping a hot cup of coffee to try and wake up, but obviously the soft woolen light of the clouds had lulled you back to sleep. You took another sip of coffee – blech, it was cold. You muttered venomously under your breath about fucking New York and why the hell is it necessary to be so cold until a sharp rap at the door startled you.

“Uh, yeah?” you croaked. Holy, your voice was low this morning. You must’ve been snoring last night. Steve poked his head through the door. The cute little smirk on his face made him look way more chipper than he had any right to at seven am.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said cheerfully. “I was just about to go running, do you want to come?”

You snorted and twisted a hand in your messy hair. “Do I look like I want to go for a run?”

He pursed his lips, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he looked you up and down. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “Does looking beautiful qualify?”

Your face flushed hot, and you blinked rapidly. “Um, w-what?”

He half-smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but it might be fun. We could go for breakfast after.”

Still frozen. “Uhhh…”

“Think about it,” he said. “Come find me if you change your mind.” He withdrew and shut the door with a soft snick.

If you’d still been holding the coffee, you would’ve dropped it. Freaking Steve Rogers just asked you on a date – and you couldn’t go. You literally couldn’t. Running might be fun for Captain America and the like, but for an asthmatic such as yourself, it was not fun. In fact, it might even be deadly. But you really wanted to go!

You chewed on a lip and considered. First you had to get dressed – then maybe you’d go meet him for breakfast and explain why running dates weren’t an option.

In defiance of the weather, you chose a floaty little sundress with yellow flowers and a cute pair of flats. It wasn’t like Tony’s Human Resources department enforced a strict dress code anyway, and there was no way you were wearing a pantsuit to work on a Saturday. You hurried to the elevator, hoping to catch him on his way out.

“Y/N!” Tony called as you tried (in vain) to sneak past the door of the room you should’ve been working in five minutes ago. Crap. Why’d he pick today of all days for a stop-by?

“Um, yes?” You swiveled on your heel and tried to look innocent.

Tony was impeccably dressed as always, and didn’t look in the mood to deal with vagrant HR people. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Going somewhere important?”

Your face flushed, and you smiled guiltily. “Uhhh….to work?”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.” He pointed to the doorway behind him, then winked and leaned closer. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll tell Cap you tried to follow him.”

“Wha- pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, face hot.

He gave you a skeptical look; you sighed, and pushed past him. “I’m going to work.”

This early, the room was deserted – quiet buzzing and a few desktop computers left on where people had gone to get their morning coffee. Yuck. Why were you even up this early, anyway?

Before you could even sit down, though, a – something, a warp or something – went through the air, popping your ears and sending you to the ground. All over the room, computers made panicked beeping noises and you even thought you saw smoke.

“Mr. Stark?!” you called out, scrambling to your feet. “I think there’s a problem.”

“Yep. Noticed,” he tossed over his shoulders as he rushed by. Probably going to get the armor. Was this an attack on the tower? Were there bad guys coming?

Somewhere over your head, a smoke alarm started to blare.

No. Shit. No no no no.

You felt a tightness in your chest, all too familiar and terrifying. Your breath came shorter and gasping, wheezing in your lungs. Your mouth gaped open as you fumbled in your purse for the puffer that was always there, no exceptions. Ever. So why couldn’t you find the damn thing? Your heart hammered, which didn’t help at all. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe and you needed air and it was so hard to think. Holy god, you needed air!

As your fumbling hands frantically closed around the inhaler, men in yellow suits stampeded into the room, stopping short when they saw you. Your stiff fingers made you drop the puffer, and it skittered across the polished floor. No, dammit! You gaped like a fish, trying to get a slow breath in and stop the attack. Their faces were obscured by black glass, like Hazmat suits. A.I.M., then. Bastards. But they were cowards – lame evil science nerds, not deranged neo-nazis like Hydra.

You couched low and crawled toward the fallen inhaler. But the A.I.M guys chose that moment to take off, and one careless boot sent the lifesaving inhaler into the far corner – farther than you could make it in this state. You fought down the rising panic as pounding footsteps faded.

Stars danced in front of your eyes. Your heart was beating too fast, and each gasp of air wasn’t enough. And fucking hell, you couldn’t even call for help.

Then suddenly, there were strong, warm hands pressing on your chest and lower down on your back, straightening your spine and making room for air in your lungs.

“I got you,” said a deep voice, and you wanted to cry. Steve! “I’m here, Y/N. Just breathe slow and deep.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to taker his advice, even though it hurt.

“Do you have an inhaler?” Steve asked, and you nodded.

“Over,” you stopped, wheezing, and pointed to the corner where it lay. “Over there.”

“Stay here,” he said, “And stay as upright as you can. I’ll be right back.”

Keeping your breath slow and even, you watched as he flipped the cap on the inhaler and held it to your lips. You knew what to do from this point. You breathed deep, the medicated scent calming your racing heart. One…two…three… You counted ten heartbeats and released the pent-up breath. Breathing was never exactly perfect with you, but you felt better. No more gasping or wheezing, although you were still breathing a little fast.

You slumped back against the computer desk with an exhausted sigh. A bead of sweat dripped down your temple. Steve crouched beside you, lips pursed pensively.

“You gonna be okay?” he asked, voice laced with concern. You nodded, reveling in the feeling of just getting enough oxygen. Amazing how good breathing feels, when it’s been gone a little while.

“How did you-?”

“Know about you?” Steve interrupted. “I didn’t this morning, or I wouldn’t have asked about the running thing. Sorry for that, by the way. Oh, and Jarvis told us you needed help.”

“S'okay,” you mumbled. “I was going to meet you for breakfast and explain anyway. But how did you know what to do?”

He half-smiled and gestured to himself. “Former asthmatic, remember?”

“Right. That.” Your breath shuddered a little and became more even. “Thank you. For everything.”

He shrugged. “What was I supposed to do? Just leave you there?”

You tilted your head, considering. “No,” you said finally. “But I’m glad it was you.”

A faint blush rose on his cheekbones. Holy hell, he was adorable. Those dimples!

“So, uh,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Did you still want to go for breakfast, or…”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Just no running, okay?”

He smiled, a full, real smile. His blue eyes sparkled. “You got a deal.”


Nobody, least of all Tony, was surprised when you didn’t’ show up for work for the rest of the day.

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♛ legendarium characters

Fingolfin (Y.T. 1190 - F.A. 456)

Having different mothers, Fingolfin and his older half-brother Fëanor never felt a close bond with each other. This lack of affinity developed into rivalry when Melkor secretly told each of them that the other was planning on driving them out of Tirion. During the days of the Two Trees in Valinor, as Melkor’s lies were taking their place in Noldor’s minds, people started thinking that the Valar were holding them back from going back to Cuiviénen. Fëanor was the first to speak against the Valar, and Finwë summoned all of the lords of his house to resolve the issue. As Fingolfin was contending with his father to restrain Fëanor, the latter arrived fully armed with weapons he had secretly forged. Even though Fingolfin accepted him as the older one, Fëanor threatened Fingolfin, who was unarmed, with his sword, after which Fingolfin bowed to Finwë and left, only to be followed by Fëanor and threatened again in public. After the escape of Melkor from Valinor, during the feast Manwë held for the reconciliation of the Eldar, Fingolfin publicly forgave Fëanor and called him “Half-brother in blood, full brother in heart”. Nevertheless that was before their father died and the dreadful events on the journey to Middle-earth took place.