I didn’t completely dislike this last chapter (it was pretty light hearted and peaceful) but there are so many things I wanted answered, so I’m just rooting for another databook to explain some of the things left pending. Like whether some of my favs are dead or alive :’)
STILL, is Ichigo and Orihime’s kid cute or what. I’ve been doing some babysitting lately, which is pretty much making sure kids don’t get run over or hurt while they’re playing Pokemon Go, so this image kinda stuck in my head. Also really wanted to try to draw Ichigo’s new haircut.
Space and Half Drunk Secret Spilling - Bucky x Fem!Reader
Warning: couple of swear words, alcohol, drunk bucky
A/N: double post ayeee :D
It wasn’t very great that you barely got any days off, without any training, no fighting goons, nothing, but when those days did come your way, you tried to enjoy it as much as possible by doing absolutely nothing.
You’d bring all the food you’d need by ordering takeout or eating cereal, but the rest of the day you’d just sit around and watch Netflix or something.
And so far, your day had been going fucking spectacularly until you reached the home stretch of the day.
That’s when you got the phone call.
“Heyyyyy there.” Bucky drunkenly giggled into the phone, making you sigh.
“Where are you right now?” It took all your effort to push yourself off your couch and not cry about it.
“I think I’m in space. There are so many sparkly lights.” He gasped. “So pretty.”
“Bucky, I’m sure you’re not in space. Where are you? And where’s Steve?” You mumbled tiredly, rubbing your forehead.
“I’m in space! I’m an assss-tronaut.” He giggled uncontrollably like a small child. “My name is not Bucky. It’s Becky. Beck. Christopher Beck.”
“Where’s Steve?” You resisted to urge to make pun, which came out anyways. “Tell him to bring you beck home.”
“He went off with this really pretty girl who had fire for hair. Like, her hair was on fire. It was so red. She didn’t like it when I touched it though.” The only explanation you had for this was that Thor had probably spiked his drink with some godly alcohol and Steve went canoodling with Natasha.
“Is anybody else there with you?” You turned off the TV, yawning a bit to yourself.
“My bestest friend- what’s your name again?” He asked someone behind who you heard give him an answer. “My bestest friend Asher Mandarin is here with me. She’s the best. Like, the best friend I’ve ever had.”
You could faintly hear someone say their name was Ashley Mason, not Ava Montgomery.
“We can talk about your best friends later, Bucky.” You grabbed the keys before leaving your house.
“WE CAN TALK ABOUT [Y/N]?!?!” He let out a deafening yell which made you flinch, but smile all the same.
“Sure. Now give the phone to Ashley.” You demanded, smiling when he handed over the phone to ‘Ava Montgomery’ who grumbled about her name.
“We’re on the 52nd street. Funky Buddha nightclub.” She informed you as you thanked her, starting up the car to drive to there.
You soon reached there and were met with the face of poor annoyed Ashley who looked so done with Bucky that you gave her a $20 tip just for putting up with him.
“Alright there you big baby. Let’s go home.” You gave out a small ‘oof’ as you draped his gigantic fucking arm over your shoulder, almost immediately feeling his muscle weight take a toll on you.
“Are we going in a spaceship?” He asked in wonder as you navigated him through the people.
“Well, close enough.” You stopped outside the car, fumbling for keys.
“This is so cool!” He squealed, stumbling over himself to touch one of Tony’s shiny ass cars.
“It is.” You agreed, opening up the door for him on the passenger side, almost stuffing him inside before joining him but in the driver’s seat.
“Are we going to Budapest?” He asked you, eyes wide open. You genuinely had no clue how the fuck he assumed that you both were going to Budapest of all the fucking places.
“Noo?” You tried carefully, unsure of his reaction. “we’re going home so you can sleep.”
“Oh my God, yes!” He exclaimed excitedly. “Home!”
“Home.” You agreed, leaving you both in silence.
“I like home.” He mumbled after some time. You didn’t respond to that, because you didn’t actually know what to say.
Instead, you pulled up into the driveway of Stark Towers after giving a finger print scan and voice recogniser, watching as the basement gate opened up. You parked the car and got out, checking the time.
1:24 AM. Dammnit.
“Come on.” You opened the door and he jumped outside, almost immediately tripping over his own feet and fell to the ground.
You facepalmed and shook your head, grabbing a hold of his hand, helping him to his feet as he laughed again, almost unable to breathe.
After what seemed like an eternity, you managed to get him to his room and to his bed, after about 10 stumbles and 500 giggles.
“Thank youuuuu.” He stretched it out smiling like a dork as he planted a large kiss on your cheek, lingering there before he pulled back and brought a finger to his lip, telling you to ‘shh’.
“Don’t tell [Y/N].” He said seriously before grinning again.
“Why not?” You played around, helping him to pull off his jacket.
“Because I really really really really.” HIs eyes got wider and brighter with every word which got louder and louder. “Like her.”
Even though that part was softer than the rest, you still heard it clearly as your heart raced up incredibly.
“I’m sure she likes you too.” You assured him- and it was true.
“Really?” He asked you in surprise as you ruffled his hair. “Like, she’s really really pretty. And funny. And she makes the best waffles.”
“I make the best waffles huh?” You gave him a smug smirk.
“Oh my GOD, [Y/N]!” He shrieked, attacking you in a hug, knocking the breath out of you. “I missed you so much, baby!”
“I missed you too, Bucky.” Your heart thumped loudly at the nickname he gave you.
“Where’d that other pretty girl go? She was very nice.” He looked around, genuinely confused.
“We’ll look for her in the morning.” You assured him as you helped him to get into his bed, tucking him in.
“I think my biggest struggle was also, oddly enough, my biggest motivation. As crazy as it might seem I had a ton of people tell me that I couldn’t do this. Or wouldn’t do it. And I’m grateful because it was that kind of "eff you” to them that gave me the motivation to be like ‘you know what? I’m gonna do it even bigger and better than I thought I could because you told me I couldn’t.’ So any time somebody says you can’t do something or rolls their eyes or whatever, don’t get upset. Just go 'alright, I’m awake now, dawg! Let’s go! I’m gonna go back to work or whatever it is you do.’ That’s an energy you can’t replace with anything else.”
listen, I know some people talk shit about Jamie McKelvie’s art for Young Avengers volume 2 for various reasons, but at least he was able to draw David Alleyne looking like a twenty-something-ish age guy in the comic.
So many times in comics all the white/light characters will look pretty good and then the black teenager suddenly looks like he’s like 50 years old because they are too heavily shadowed/shaded/lined and it just looks bad.
How many times did Eli Bradley look like he was twice the age of his teammates in the previous volume? How many times did David look old as hell in his previous runs of comics?? like idk why so many comic artists/colorists can’t seem to make younger characters who are darker skinned actually look their age??? idk its a huuuuge pet peeve of mine literally every time idk
“I’m also a big reader, so I find my inspiration in books. There’s nothing like the private conversation you have with an author while reading a book. It takes a lot of meditation to understand why people do what they do, what the point of life is, the mistakes that people make, those kinds of things.”
I saved this picture back in 2011 when I joined the Starkid fandom and I used to obsessively search google and tumblr blogs, desperate to know more about these crazy people. I completely forgot I had this until I watched Joey’s air guitar video released today by the Tin Can Brothers for hitting 28k on their kickstarter. It’s like a bell went off saying “hey you’ve seen this before” and despite having forgotten for years, now I feel weirdly satisfied that I finally know where it’s from!