raging bear

anonymous asked:

buck if the avengers were animals what animals would they be???? thank you

i assume you mean based on personality, and not which avengers have been turned into which animals lately.
what has happened to my life that that is even a question i have to ask??

anyway, steve would be a dog. everyone is right on the money on that one; hed be big, fluffy, loyal as hell, appetite the size of rhode island and love to play fetch. and also have the bite power to sever a mans hand if he was so inclined. you would trust him with a baby but also to eat the face off anyone who threatened that baby. well. maybe not EAT. he does have SOME standards. theoretically.

tony would be a raven. reputation associated with death, but personality of a class clown–likes pranks, messing with people, and trying new stuff. dedicated to family and intelligent as hell. chatty. tool user. did you know ravens can people-talk? if they couldnt, im sure tony would figure out how anyways.

nat would be a swan. beautiful, graceful, but at the top of the do-not-fuck-with list in most animals books. mates for life and more loyal than you would think, with a take no shit and no prisoners attitude. i have a healthy terror of swans, as does any sane human being.

clint would also be a dog, but not like steve. hed be one of those scrappy little terrier mutts that descend from a working breed that are supposed to do things like kill rats. just as loyal and smart and fun-loving as the big guys, but makes up for lack of size with pure tenacity. and so scruffy its cute.

bruce would be an elephant. smart and social, with strong emotional bonds, generally calm and compassionate, but never something you want to be standing in front of when it gets pissed. also really enjoys peanuts?

thor would be a lion. content to chill out most of the time, and more social than most cats, but also totally down to throw down on a moment’s notice. pretty smart but not somebody you ever wanna cross. majestic as anything. 

i would be a bear. likes a lot of food in large quantities, and i would love to sit in a river and let dinner fling itself into my mouth. asleep like half of the time. big and badass but generally pretty chill, and smarter than you might think. also a faster runner than you might expect (that’s not really about me, bears can just run at like 35 mph which is a thought to keep you up at night.) and if theres one thing everyone knows about bears, it is that you do not mess with what they are protecting.
also they are opposed to forest fires?? not sure what that has to do with anything, but i guess i can get behind it

( this was a long term game using homebrew rules. Our DM decided to send our party up against a cthulu-esque demi-god. I was a Dwarf fighter known for nis rage and bravado. Bear in mind we played and looted for three weekly sessions over a year.)

DM- A large dark figure rises in front of the party. His very presence chills all of you to the core. What do you do.

Everyone else runs for cover in a mad dash. I grin and the DM laughs.

Me- I charge with my dagger.

DM spends a few minutes going over notes and stats and gives me my dice pool including five d20.

Me- rolls four nat 20s and a 18.

DM- ……

Me-…….

DM- you…just….one shotted…..a fkn DEMIGOD with a bronze dagger….

Me- A dwarf bows to no one.

Tear open our driveway to pour concrete? Fine, you'll probably enjoy having to dig the concrete out of the ground. Twice.

Not about me, but about a guy I used to work with. He was a mountain of a guy, a huge Turk, but the kindest guy I ever met. He’d do anything for people he liked. Nobody ever saw anybody get on this bad side until that fateful day.

As it happens, he was also our delivery driver, and he spent most days on the road in his semi, leaving before dawn and returning quite late, if at all that day. Our warehouse had a driveway large enough for him to pull the semi into, and load/unload.

The supermarket next door decided to do some renovations, and expand. When they started construction, they started tearing out their brick parking lot, and getting close to tearing out our driveway. Boss runs out, tells them where our property line is, and is assured they won’t cross onto our property. Everybody goes back inside, nobody worries, until there’s suddenly a raging bear-Turk standing in the break room, shouting about how the driveway has been torn up and he can’t get his lorry in. We go out, and indeed, the driveway is half missing, and there’s a concrete building foundation poured in. Construction workers are nowhere in sight, boss sends the supermarket manager an e-mail message, and everybody goes home.

Next day we arrive to the sight of very angry construction workers. Apparently, the delivery driver went back in the middle of the night with some bolt-cutters, ‘liberated’ about 30 of their shopping carts, and stuck them into the drying concrete in various comical positions. Overnight, the concrete hardened, and the carts became quite difficult to remove. Construction crew brings in the jackhammers, and four days later, most of the concrete is gone, and they start preparing for another pour, this time leaving our driveway intact. Foundation comes out fine, everything is looking good. At that time, my boss shows up with the announcement that he had a survey done, and while they didn’t tear open our driveway the second time, they were still closer to our property line than allowed, and he’d already filed a complaint to get the concrete removed. Took them another week of jack-hammering to get it out.

So, I was watching Star Vs. The Forces Evil episode Into The Wand and something caught my attention. Lil’ Chauncey, Moon’s war pig-goat pet thing, was in Star’s memories. She remembers him.

 She knows Chauncey died in battle but no specifics on which battle or when. Then we get to The Grandma Room and we see Moon’s tapestry and her poem which I sum it up as: Toffee dun goofed. Toffee is clearly terrified and there have been lots of theories as to why this happened. Most of which tend to be shippy or something else.

But look at Moon’s face. Look at that rage, that pure open hatred. What did he do? What could warrant such open hostility from someone we’ve seen as being so cool and reserved? Then is hit me: Star was alive when this event went down. Because Chauncey died in battle, shown here in this tapestry and Moon is clearly an adult and Star remembers Chauncey. Then I remembered how the royal guards used to babysit Star. Why? Where were the nannies? The caretakers? The royal nurses? They taught her how to fight, how to use a sword and weapons, how to kill an enemy with her bare hands before she ever hit puberty. Why would Queen Butterfly, Mrs. Prim and Proper, allow her only daughter to be cared for and basically raised by guards

Because she felt it was necessary to better protect her young daughter. I’m willing to bet this is Moon unleashing some serious mama bear rage against someone who threatened her very young child. Star was old enough to remember Lil’Chauncey, but perhaps not the attempt on her life or whatever it was Toffee was planning on doing to the royal family. Maybe it was a betrayal on his part since there are so many hints and theories revolving around the two.

(Just as a side note, I am very aware of the Moon/Toffee ship and while I do think it is kind of out there, I also kind of like it too. Unless it ends up being like the Luke/Leia thing like one new major theory proposes. In which case, NOPE.)

I also thought it was strange that Moon and River decided to send their daughter to Earth to better control her powers….without any other supervision except for Glossyrick who they and we all know probably isn’t the best person to be keeping a rein in on Star. It probably had something to do with keeping her from setting the whole kingdom ablaze in glitter and flaming rainbows, but I also feel there was something else to it. While there are no mentions of Toffee after Storm The Castle, Moon is clearly afraid. 

I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing River.

Also, for all of Moon’s faults, she loves her daughter more than anything. Star’s safety is paramount to Moon and even the cleaving of her family’s ancestral wand is no where near as important to her as Star’s safety. 

Oh, I’m always mad. But I’m happy that your safe.

I love this theory because it explains so much: why Moon acts distant but at the same time is a constant presence in her daughter’s life. Moon maybe trying to do what she can to protect her only child while also living up to the very high and difficult position of being a Queen of an entire…planet? Like, she’s trying her best to be a good parent and Queen even if she doesn’t go about it in a way that Star can respond to.

Also, don’t tell me we aren’t going to learn something new on Monday about Moon. Look at this image I found for Page Turner’s preview. She just looks so tired and so sad. This is a woman whose seen some shit, done some things she’s regretted and probably has a lot of dangerous enemies.

All to protect her only child. At least, that’s my theory until canon will most likely disprove it.


EDIT: OK, so…I am both awed by and grateful for all the likes and re-blogs this post has gotten so BIG THANKS TO EVERYONE! XD

           Also, after watching the last few episodes of the season I feel like this sort of at least helps support my theory. There is no proof – yet – I hope – but give what we’ve seen it makes me happy. Moon clearly is worried about Star. She wants her training to progress farther and quicker, there is urgency in her voice and it’s clear that she’s scared. Also, all the magic in the universe is disappearing? Makes me wonder just WHAT that wand even is, or at least what makes it so special if Ludo having half of it means it has negative effects on a universal scale.

           Also? Toffee’s picture comes up on the screen with the corn and everything? Like, Moon, pay the frick attention!        

           Another thing is that while Glossyrick claims to be doing his job to train Star to be a good Queen I still don’t feel…like he’s a good teacher. He plays the vague-advice thing way too much but then he kind of just lets Star do whatever she wants to anyway so…I don’t know if this is the most effective way to train Star since she is still just a young kid and has a hard-enough time paying attention. I don’t know if there is something to it but I don’t like how cavalier he is about things. The final few episodes’ kind of bugged me. Like, dude, this is her child’s future were talking about. She has every right to stick her nose in thank you very much.

           But Moon’s fears and the lesson she learns in this episode tug at the heart strings. This woman has to accept that her young daughter is growing up fast, into a universe that is facing some serious peril and Star will undoubtedly have to fight soon enough. Moon is afraid, the fear is palpable and she wants to make certain that nothing can go wrong. She probably does have some suspicions of what’s causing it but she can’t be certain. Also, Eclipsa? Heck yeah is she going to be important given how frequently she’s been name dropped.

           Things are getting serious in the universe of the show, Moon is afraid and she’s know that Star is going to end up in the middle of it. For a woman who already has so many huge responsibilities on her shoulders and yet she probably feels powerless to protect her only child.

           Gah! The feels!

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reioka  asked:

Sorry you're having a bad day. For you: Maria gave Tony a Bucky Bear when he was a child and when Howard sneered at it she got up in his grill about his attitude toward their TODDLER having a STUFFED ANIMAL so Howard doesn't say another word about it. Tony still has it. It's well worn and soft. An eye and arm have had to be sewn back onto it from all the love its gotten. Steve finds it and Tony sees him holding it and karate chops him to get Bucky Bear back safely. 1/?

Of course Steve’s like wtf Tony you could have just asked for it back is your hand okay? YES it is because he’s holding Bucky Bear with it. Steve is like “all of my whats” but he lets it go and asks about the bear. It doesn’t look like all the other Bucky Bears from back then. And Tony is so proud, his mother stood in line at a toy store for a SPECIAL EDITION Bucky Bear. Only a hundred of them were made. They’re worth thousands in pristine condition. 2/?

Tony’s bear isn’t pristine but he doesn’t care. It’s special to him because his mom waiting in line to get to him. It’s priceless. “Do you still sleep with it?” Steve asks curiously. Tony scoffs at him and says “Absolutely you dolt. Bucky Bear has always been there for me.” Steve melts because that’s so sweet, and he mentions it to Bucky, and Bucky’s like “??? okay buddy I don’t give a fuck about his bear???” And of course Steve snorts and says “He likes the bear better than you.” 3/?

Bucky is v offended by this and creeps into Tony’s room and THERE. THERE IT IS. THE BUCKY BEAR. And Tony is there sleeping too but THE BEAR. He eases it from Tony’s arms and glares at it jealously but then he realizes he is in Tony’s room? Tony’s sleeping? So he sets the Bucky Bear aside and climbs in bed with Tony. Tony wakes up to Bucky instead of his Bucky bear and he says, “I’ve had dreams like this. Where you turned human to protect me.” And Bucky’s just like FUCK MY HEART. 4/?

And so he wraps around Tony and cuddles him and apologizes for taking so long. Tony sighs and tucks his face into Bucky’s chest. (And then he wakes up fully with a squawk and punches Bucky in the stomach with his flailing because WTF ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED YOU CREEP. It’s too late, Bucky knows Tony wanted to be protected by him as a child, so he rolls on top of him and says “I was the bear and now I’m not” but Tony sputters because HE CAN SEE THE BEAR BUCKY WTF. But he likes cuddles so. 5/5


This is so precious I’m squealing!!! Just imagining Maria going at Howard in a Rage over the Bucky Bear is brightening my day. (Especially when I think about how, even a decade later, Howard will not dare to say a word against the bear in question. His mouth twitches once, suspiciously, during dinner when Tony is fourteen and carries the bear with him out of pure spite, but Maria notices and her eyes narrow dangerously. And Howard isn’t always a wise man, but he’s not suicidal, so he gripes about his latest business deal instead.) 

It’s this intriguing combination adorable and funny and slightly creepy (you don’t just climb into other people’s beds while they’re sleeping, Bucky, what even?!) and I love it. I can just imagine Bucky’s indignant face when Steve Dares To Insinuate that Tony prefers some toy to him lol. Thank you so much for cheering me up!!!

Of course now I can’t stop thinking about a tiny Tony clinging to his precious Bucky Bear, the one toy Howard would never dare to take from him, crying silently into it’s fur, begging it to please protect him and tell his father that he isn’t stupid and–

Yeah okay, I stop before I ruin it with angst haha. Lets focus instead on how, after all the well-deserved Tony-cuddling that morning ends, Bucky drags Tony down to the gym because that punch will not do if someone other than Bucky tries to sneak into his bedroom, not at all. Tony is less than impressed.

In the background, Clint loudly complains because “Bucky pulls an Edward Cullen and then actually gets into Tony’s bed and cuddles him while he’s asleep and it’s freaky cute but when I listen in on your margarita nights from the vents it’s creepy, what the hell???”

Natasha doesn’t look up from where she’s sorting her smarties by their colours. “Nobody disturbs margarita nights, Clint.”

“BUT”

Nobody

(Clint is slightly appeased when only one Bucky Bear is allowed to join the next margarita night, and it’s not the fleshy one)

A Song of Ice and Stone - Part 1: Winterfell

Characters: Y/N Stone, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Lysa Arryn, Jon Arryn, Rob Stark, Benjen Stark, Petyr Baelish,

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut     

Word Count: 3800ish

A/N: I know I usually mainly write SPN and honestly I can remember when I last tried writing characters that doesn’t live in that world, but I have wanted to do something for Game of Thrones for the longest of time so I decided it was time to take the leap.

Thanks to my sweet amazing friend, cheerleader and editor @blacktithe7 for betaing this series for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERPOST

Winterfell had always been your home, even if you weren’t or never would be a Stark. You weren’t anything. You were a bastard, a little girl who was sent away after your mother died in childbirth, and your father, Jon Arryn married a woman of a suitable name. Lysa Tully wanted no evidence of her husband’s past treading the halls of her castle. So, soon after the wedding, you were sent away to serve the sister of the woman who banished you. Luckily for you, one of the Stark’s maids took too you. She not only showed you the ropes but treated you as if you were her own child. She had been your saving. Not only were you a bastard, you were a strange child growing up in the North. Your name reminded you and everyone else of that every day. Y/N Stone, a bastard girl from the Vale.

You had thought you would hate Lady Stark, but she was just kinda there. She was the lady if the house. You worked for her, but she never spoke badly of you or treated you as any less than the other maids. The way she treated her husband’s bastard though would make you flinch. At least she let him stay. At least he got to grow up in the house he, rightfully or not, was born into while you had been cast aside like trash.

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Imagine

Imagine Yato and Yukine after Hiyori’s death.

Imagine how Yato stays awake, drinking, until his body forces him to pass out. How, when he does sleep, he relives his memories with her.

Imagine Yukine in bed all the time, crying loudly.

Imagine Yato, when he’s not crying or raging, being expressionless.

Imagine him bearing both his and Yukine’s grief. Imagine Yukine relying more and more on Daikoku and Kofuku because Yato just isn’t really there. Imagine Yato becoming horribly blighted but almost doesn’t do a thing about it because what’s the point.

Imagine him walking alone at night and a group of girls, laughing, cross his path. He looks up out of reflex and one of them looks almost exactly like Hiyori. Without meaning to he opens his mouth and her name comes out in a whisper, but of course there’s no response.

Imagine his waning will against his father, and imagine him reverting back to how he used to be-cold and nearly lifeless, no goofiness or second glances towards capypas. No reaction when he learns they’re just people in suits.

Imagine Yukine becoming scared when he looks into his eyes.

thats why im a raging bear whenever they hurt him. cause he’s going through enough in his real life as it is, he doesn’t deserve the insults and the mistreatment and the gross people around him to make it worse.  

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Skarbrand. Greater daemon of the blood god, Khorne. Known as the Exiled, his own incandescent rage caused him to bear a hubris through the warp. Twisted in a plan of the rival god Tzeentch to fight his own master. Cast out like a burning meteor from the realm of the brass throne and his wings torn asunder, Skarbrand serves his lord Khorne still. A butcher who’s very presence on the field of battle causes others to lose their grip on sanity.

I’ve walked this road to one like you
At night, before
Idiot I am

I’ve believed in love that thing in songs
A dance of birds
A flower sprout in flight on wind
An urgent need, belong again
Idiot I am

But here you go approaching me
A raging bear, a savage heart
A sultry night that’s blacking out
Alone in sight
Idiot you are

And here I go with rabid drool
My heart a cage, a raging scream
Unarmed you come, your hands the keys
A stroking shame, a restless bear
Afraid of me, unleashing me
To find -

And what did you think you’d find?
Armor, miraculous, sprouts from your chest?
A hallelujah chorus bowed at your approach?
Or did you envision a mad scientist
Reeling back time like fish?

Do you bait your breath for birds to sing?
Fix my hair, rearrange my brain?
Sweep up pain like I’m a dirty girl
Vacuous, brush my past like stray hairs

You want me? Then climb right in
Don’t imagine you sweep me off my feet
Get out your broom
We’re not going anywhere

@katrinnac

anonymous asked:

Smut Sharing a bed™ kylux fics

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    After a speaker cancels at his friend’s convention, Hux agrees to fill in. The only problem is that it turns out that there is also another event in town and there are almost no vacancies.
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  • Just Needs a Little Love by @mixxtapej, 12K words, M, No archive warnings.
    Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old felon with no high school degree, and a dirty old van one year younger than me. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I’m game.
  • Stop Your Tears by @luthienthetolkienite​, 15K words, M, Underage (16/17).
    Ben is coerced into signing up to an exchange programme between Californian and Irish schools, where he’ll be staying with an Irish student for nine days. All he knows about his partner is that he’s 17, lives somewhere around Dublin and is called Armitage Hux. The angsty teen romance that no one asked for.
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    Six months ago, Armitage Hux fabricated a fiancé, never expecting to have to drag him to a funeral in Georgia, pretending to be something they weren’t. The problem was, Ben Solo was everything Hux had ever wanted. Ben Solo had hidden his love for his roommate for years, thinking that someone as perfect as Hux would never want a broken soldier like him. But he was wrong. Sometimes you have to tell a lie to find the truth.
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More observational stuff and spoiler alerts if anyone isn’t all caught up. 

Amos and Alex make an interesting pair. I’ll admit I was iffy about Amos Burton at first. Remember how he had Alex in a headlock during their stay on the Donnager? Not long after that it’s behind them and they’re acting like besties hanging out in the bar. During season 2 I’m glad we get to see a closer look into Amos’ character. When Alex ends up in a bar fight he’s clearly losing, Amos comes to the rescue in full mama bear rage mode. Amos later explains to Alex something about three types of people. The guys who are bad, the people who protect, and the people who need protection. That being Alex, something he resents. A different incident where Amos pushes a woman to the ground, scaring her son, he is horrified at his mistake, and walks away. Proof he’s not a psycho without a moral compass after all. IMO he’s very much the den mother of the Rocinante. 

Wine and Mama Bear

Dick Grayson X Reader

Notes: Soul Mark Universe, where the first words spoken to you by your soul-mate appear in a random spot on your body, on your sixteenth birthday.

Words: 934

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


You meet Dick’s family by chance … well, kind of. One moment you, Dick, and Charlotte are having dinner, while Charlotte tells the two of you about her day, and suddenly you’re surrounded. Grown men are sitting down all around you, and you turn to see Dick glaring at the one you assume is leading the charge.

He’s older than the others, very handsome, and you’d know him anywhere. After all Bruce Wayne is the prince of the East Coast. Well known for his money, his previous excursions with multiple women, and taking in more than one ward. Of course quite a bit of that had changed with his marriage. He was now a happily married man with a three-year-old daughter.

His sons, who were surrounding him, were just as well known. Jason Todd was had been in the papers recently both for the birth of his son and his recent engagement. Tim Drake was known for both his own family’s name, and then being taken in by Mr. Wayne. Damian Wayne was Gotham’s newest prince. At age sixteen it was already rumored that he was turning into quite a lady’s man.

You just smile as Dick stares his family down. Charlotte’s eyes go back and forth between Dick and family for several minutes before she giggles. That one little sound draws the attention of everyone at the table. Dick smiles before asking, “What’s so funny munchkin?”

She just smiles and says, “You all make the same face when you’re trying to be serious.” Bruce just raises an eyebrow, and Charlotte turns to him and makes the face. A second later the older man just smiles. “You must be Charlie,” he holds out his hand and says, “I’m Bruce.”

She shakes his hand, a serious expression on her face, “It’s very nice to meet you Bruce.”

You can see Dick’s brothers cracking up beside him. Bruce just rolls his eyes, “The chuckle heads beside me are my sons. They like low brow humor.”

Charlotte nods, “My uncle Luke makes bad jokes too. They’re not funny, but Mama and I laugh anyways because we love him.”

Bruce smirks, “Then you understand my pain.” Charlotte just nods, and Bruce continues, “You know what I find helps with the effects of bad humor?” There’s a pause before he leans and says, “Ice cream.”

One large ice cream sundae later and Bruce’s eyes focus on you. He leans back in his chair and looks at you. You meet his gaze head on. You’re used to these looks, you were a teenage mother. You know when someone is sizing you up. Unlike those people though, Bruce doesn’t pass judgement, or at least not one you can see in his face. Instead he asks, “Could we take a walk?

You can tell Dick is on the verge of protesting, but instead you place a hand on his thigh for just a second before standing up. “Sure, let’s go.” You kiss Dick’s cheek and say, “Make sure she doesn’t go into a sugar coma please. That thing is huge.” Without another word you and Bruce leave the restaurant.

There are several moments of silence, and you can’t help but think you make an odd sigh; you’re in jeans, he’s in a three-piece suit. When he speaks, you’re ready for some sort of judgement, some sort of declaration about not being good enough for his son. Instead he asks, “I hear you and Charlotte held a tea party the other day.”

You smile, “She really loves Alice and Wonderland right now. So, tea parties have become the norm around the apartment.”

“Any chance you have a picture of him in some sort of hat, or sipping from some sort of tea cup?”

You smile, “I may have a few pictures.”

There’s a moment of silence as the two of you smile. Then Bruce says, “He loves you.”

“I know.”

“He loves Charlie too.”

That makes you smile even more, “I know. She adores him too.”

He looks into your eyes and says, “Please tell me you love him too. Dick, has been through a lot. All of my boys have, but Dick when he falls, he falls hard, and to be honest I have never seen him this happy.”

That makes you pause, you think for a moment before speaking, “The last man I trusted was Charlotte’s father. The only good thing that came from him was Charlotte.” You pause for a second before continuing, “Dick is his exact opposite. He’s sweet, kind, funny, he adores both me and my daughter. He makes me realize that I never truly loved Charlotte’s father. I do however love Dick. As Dick said to me, I am in this one hundred and ten percent.”

Bruce just smiles, “I’m really happy to hear that.” Then he smiles and says, “Would you like some ice cream too?”

You laugh at that, “No, I’m good. Dick already has to help with Charlotte’s soon to happen sugar rush, and my own happen to be as bad as my daughter’s.”

The two of you make your way back to the restaurant, and you stop dead in your tracks at what you see there. Dick is holding Charlotte; who’s head is buried in his neck. Dicks brothers are standing around him, all in defensive positions, and there standing in the middle of the restaurant, shouting obscenities, that are making your daughter shake and whimper, is Charlotte’s father. And as a glass of wine crashes on the floor you move forward, with the rage of a mother bear protecting her cub.