If you can hear this,you’re alone.The only thing left of us is the sound of my voice.I don’t know if any of us made it.Did we win?Did we lose?I don’t know.I’m not even sure I even know what victory would mean anymore.But either way,it’s over.So let me tell you who we were. Let me tell you who you are…and how we fought back.
Okay…so ever since I saw Spider-Man Homecoming something has been on my mind, and it is purely just me looking into things that aren’t really there, but I just have to share.
So do you guys remember when Tony said- “everyone said I was crazy to recruit a fourteen year old kid,” and Peter quickly corrected- “I’m fifteen,” yeah, remember that? Well that little interaction stuck in my head.
So we don’t have a canon birthday for Peter Parker, but most of us head-canon that it is August 10th because that is when the first Spider-Man comic was published in the sixties.
Well, obviously Spider-Man Homecoming was set around the time of Midtown High-School’s Homecoming Dance, which are usually scheduled as a way to welcome the kids back to school, so most likely in September perhaps October at the latest.
Which would mean Peter has only been fifteen for two, maybe three months.
If you watch the first scene where Peter is introduced in Civil War he mentions having his powers for six months, and in Homecoming when it shows Peter back on the subway it is set three months after Civil War (or at least I’m pretty sure it said three I’ve only seen the movie twice) putting Peter at having his powers for nine months.
So if Peter’s only been fifteen for two months…but has had his powers for nine…dose that mean he was bitten by the spider as a fourteen-year-old?
And even if Peter waited a bit before making his spider costume and going out to fight crime with his new found abilities (which I doubt he did, because in a world of superheroes y’know that this was his dream) he still would have been fourteen when he started.
Which brings me back to Tony calling Peter fourteen.
We know that Tony was watching and monitoring Peter’s activity as Spider-Man for a few months before he brought Peter to Germany (maybe even from the beginning) so at that time Peter would have been fourteen.
So when Tony said- “Everyone said I was crazy to recruit a fourteen year old kid,” I don’t really think it was a slip up, I think he was referring to the fact that at the time Peter was fourteen.
So yeah, this has been my very round about way of saying- GuYS I’M FreAkINg OuT bECAusE wHAt iF?!?! WhAT IF pEtER sTArTEd oUt as A sMaLl FoUrTeEn YeaR OLd FreShMeN!?!?
Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f), anxiety, depression, mentions of parental negligence, swearing.
Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.
A/N: it gets hot and steamy. And sexual. Again. Next one will be more about tattoo’s! Promise!
When Steve wakes up, it takes him a while to take note of his surroundings. The bed shifts when Bucky climbs back under the sheets and Steve smiles drowsily, pulling his husband close, kissing the first part of exposed skin that comes close enough.
“Hey, baby.” he mumbles, nuzzling his face against Bucky’s cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Stevie.” Bucky sighs, turning his face, kissing the tip of his nose.
Steve wouldn’t be Steve if he didn’t notice the slight tremor in his husband’s voice; or the slight tension in his muscles. He’s wide awake within an instant.
Bucky sighs and shakes his head. “Y/N’s gone. I don’t know when she left, but when I woke up just a minute ago, she was gone.”
Based on an actual convo I had with my friend. In which I am Adrien and to this day it still makes her burst out laughing. I have no idea what those dream ppl were saying but i knew it was Japanese. Thank you head for giving me subs, i prefer that over dub anyways. I remember waking up confused and muttering to myself that I don’t know Japanese.
“You’re not… who?” you blinked, taking a step back and away from him.
“I’m not-” Dean took a deep breath,trying to calm down his wildly beating heart; it was out now there was nothing he could do to take it back and maybe he didn’t want to “I’m not Jensen.”
“What- what do you mean you’re not Jensen?” you blinked the tears from your eyes, watching him carefully and Dean hated himself for how you seemed to withdraw from him even more.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” he whispered, his voice rough; feeling a pang in his chest as you took yet another step back “I swear I’m not gonna hurt you just- I need you to listen to me, please. And then- then you can do whatever you want. Run, leave for good or kick me as hard as you can, I’ll take it.” he lowered his head letting out a shaky breath “I’d take it all from you.” he closed his eyes for a moment.
“I asked you one thing: What the hell are you talking about?” you pursed your lips, trying to seem brave although your hands were shaking.
“I’m not Jensen, not your husband Jensen.” he breathed out, looking at you “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester. The very same character your husband plays in the show, Supernatural. We’re here from our universe because a witch-”
I feel like every cell in my heart, is on constantly fire.
I miss texting with you.
I know whatever we had, wasn’t anything serious - but it was getting serious to me.
And when you picked her over me, that just broke me down.
Not that I loved you, but I wanted to love you, I wanted more, I wanted you to want me.
And now here I am, broken, sad and a bit sentimental while; you’re kissing her, calling her cute names, making fun of her hair, telling her secrets about yourself and you like her. You’ve always liked her, but you didn’t tell her. And you didn’t tell me either. So while I was hoping for us to become a lilac sky, I became darkness and you turned her into your sky.
anakin skywalker was virginally conceived
ok we get that sort of but are ya’ll ever going to touch on that again? or are we just supposed to like? take that information and live with it? and never question it or think about it too hard?
So… This was written way back in January (yikes), when I first started to write the mafia au fic 8 Days a Week and only @kawaiilo-ren and a couple other people have seen it. You might think you’ve seen it before, because Kait is a babe and she’s been drawing the amazing comic of this scene (and murdering me along the way).
My plan was to keep this private until it was time to publish it on Ao3 but life is short and I actually like this. People will probably forget by the time it’s published there anyway, oops.
Under the cut because it’s long.
Hospital hall is looking cold and bleak
under the fluorescent lights, like it did many hours ago. Yuri doesn’t remember
how long it’s been since he left the building but coming back feels like
returning from war, maybe. He doesn’t know what war feels like. It must be exhausting,
if it resembles this even slightly.
Ignoring his shaking hands is easy, as is
turning a blind eye to his pulsating head ache. His body is crashing after
riding through the adrenaline waves and he would kill for a nap; but that would
make the list of things worth killing for longer and he isn’t sure if he is
ready to deal with the paperwork. He isn’t ready to deal with anything yet, he
just wants to return the weapon to its true owner and fall into a lifelong