Avrei voluto dirgli che non l’avrei mai lasciato, anche se tutti lasciano tutti, io non l’avrei mai fatto, davvero.

[Ow Shapeshifter AU]
Give that puppy some food. He’s making the puppy eyes. pls.

Story (past):
Jesse ended up alone at a really young age. He wasn’t able to hunt on his own so he started to trail down groups of Deadlock’s hunters, scavenging for leftovers. The Pack didn’t pay attention to him until he became adult enough to be an useful hunter, then they recruited him.

….Miki riconosci qualcuno??? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Una settimana dopo aver vinto X factor il tesorino Michele Bravi compie 19 anni.
Non è il mio idolo, io non ho idoli e non voglio averne, ma ci si avvicina molto.
È bello, e questo l'hanno notato tutti. Ha una bella voce, di cui mi sono innamorata alla seconda puntata, con See Emily Play, e interpreta ogni canzone come fosse sua. Ha talento, molto, e pare un ragazzo all'antica.
Secondo me sarebbe anche interessante parlarci. So che ha detto che avrebbe voluto fare (anzi forse farà) filosofia all'università. Insomma, pare un ragazzo completo sotto ogni punto di vista. Ashfkglglf in pratica.
In più però ha quel nonsochè, forse il modo in cui sorride, forse i suoi occhi sinceri e non corrotti, forse altro, che colpiscono. Lo fanno sembrare “il ragazzo della porta accanto”, un persona “normale”.
E secondo me è proprio questo contrasto, tra la nuova fama e la semplicità, che lo rende così “tesurino”, diciamo.
Mi solo dilungata un po’, infondo volevo solo rifargli gli auguri.

Bucky thought they were just going to stay hidden again because they both felt kind of shitty over scaring Antonio and him suffering alone for so long by himself before they got him calmed down, but he noticed Steve sneaking out of the closet a lot, so he peeked out to see what the idiot was doing, and there Steve was, playing with blocks with Antonio, who should be in bed.

“Steve!” Bucky exclaimed angrily, making the basilisk fling one of the blocks in surprise.

Steve gaped at the block, then turned, angrily hissing, “Look what you made me do!”

“Me?!” Bucky gaped. Then he scowled, walking over to scoop up the giggling toddler. “Anotonio is supposed to be in bed!

“He was just lying there lookin’ all sad,” Steve complained, but started picking up the rest of the blocks.

Bucky rolled his eyes and tucked Antonio back into bed, hissing quietly when he refused to let go of him and as a result yanked out some of his fur. “Ow!”

“Serves you right,” Steve mumbled.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky snarled back, then looked down at the boy and scowled. “Go to sleep. You need that to grow.”

“Bubby!” Antonio cooed, gummy smile wide as he reached up for him.

Bucky stared back, unimpressed. “…Were you trying to say ‘Bucky?’ Because that was awful.”

“Pretty sure he was sayin’ ‘puppy,’ but alright,” Steve said, smirking.

“Shut up,” Bucky repeated, then flailed at the boy. “How do we get him to go to sleep? He’s going to be small forever.”

Steve frowned as he came over. “Um. Sometimes his mother sings to him?” When the brunet stared at him stonily, he sighed. “Or she tells him stories from that big book over there?”

“Neither of us can read,” Bucky reminded him.

Steve frowned, scowling, then snapped his fingers and sat on the edge of the bed. “Antonio, I’m going to tell you about how Bucky and I fought Nazis.”

“…Won’t that be too bloody for a human child?”

“Are you gonna correct everything you think I’m telling wrong or not?” Steve asked, patting the bed next to him.

Bucky sighed and sat down where he indicated. “Fine.

“So in the trenches, the Nazis were hallucinating,” Steve began. “Typically adults will rationalize what they see, but in war, when everyone’s tired and afraid, anything can spook ‘em!”

“My sweet Bambino,” Maria cooed, scooping him up, and pressed a loud, wet kiss to his cheek that had him giggling. “My beautiful boy, my wonderful little what the fuck!?”

Bucky and Steve jerked awake, because she never swore, even when Antonio wouldn’t go down for a nap. They peeked out of the closet and grimaced when they saw the human gaping at the block still sticking out of the wall.

“…I,” Maria started, then stopped, lips pursed. After a moment, she looked down at Tony and smiled. “I guess you’re going to be a baseball player when you grow up then, my beautiful Antonio.”

“Bubby,” Tony replied.

“A puppy?” she chortled, then frowned when she heard what sounded like a growl. She turned and stared at the closet for a few long moments before shrugging. It must have been the house settling. “Time for breakfast, tesorino!”

“He did call you a puppy,” Steve whispered gleefully.

Bucky punched him in the face.

“I’ve made everyone sad the past couple posts. I’mma do something funny!” And then I fucking THREW IN FEELS. Honestly I am sorry but I did want to explore Howard and Maria’s relationship a bit.

Maria walked into her husband’s office and was only slightly surprised that he was sprawled out on his fainting couch. Howard had always had a flair for the dramatic. She wasn’t quite sure why he was moaning about how terrible his life was though. It wasn’t like something bad had happened to him in the last three days.

“Dear,” she said.

“Maria, everything is terrible!” Howard moaned, rolling from side to side.

It took everything Maria had not to laugh in his face. “Why is everything terrible, dear?”

Howard jerked into a sitting position, appalled that she apparently hadn’t noticed. “Tony hasn’t called me ‘daddy’ in a month!”

Maria raised her eyebrow and clasped her hands behind her back so he couldn’t see her digging claws into her skin, to keep from giggling about how earnestly upset he was. “Oh.”

“He always called me ‘daddy!’” Howard continued, covering his face and moaning in frustration. “He’s only called me ‘dad’ for the last month! Do you know how many times that was?”

“Honey, I don’t kn–” Maria began.

“Eighty-three times!” Howard burst out, thrashing so hard that he fell off the couch with a yelp.

Maria did not snort, because she knew she would start laughing and never stop if she did, and then Howard would be extra upset.

Howard blinked up at the ceiling, then clambered to his feet, dusting himself off. “Eighty-three times he’s called me ‘dad’ instead of ‘daddy,’ Maria.”

“You kept count,” Maria said after a moment, surprised.

Howard frowned at her. “Well, yes, Maria, it’s a numbers thing, I’m a numbers man.”

“No, you’re right, honestly,” she said. “That’s on me.”

Eighty-three times, Maria!” Howard continued, throwing his hands up. “You don’t seem nearly as upset about this as you should be!”

Maria didn’t say ‘well yeah, he still calls me “mommy,”’ but only because it was quite possible that Howard might burst into tears.

“…Did I do something wrong?” Howard asked softly. “Did I make him stop loving me?”

“Honey, no,” Maria answered immediately. “There is nobody who loves their father more than Tony loves you. Sometimes boys just… stop calling their fathers ‘daddy’ as they get older. That’s not a reflection on you.

Howard frowned. “But… I’m his daddy.”

“Howard,” Maria sighed, reaching out to cup his cheeks and draw him into a kiss. “You’re always going to be his daddy. Just because Tony’s calling you something different doesn’t mean his feelings have changed. He still loves you the same as he did a month ago.”

“Why do things have to change?” Howard asked sadly. “Why can’t he be my sweet little boy forever?”

Maria pressed her face into his neck and hummed. “That’s just life, honey.”

“I know,” he sighed, then yelped. “Ooh! Did you just bite me?!”

Maria blinked, teeth digging into the skin of his throat. “…No.”

“Maria, you know you can’t bite me unless we have time for me to do something about it,” Howard scolded, giving her a fond pat on the butt before gently nudging her away. “I have to make some phone calls before supper.”

Maria groaned loudly, annoyed. “Why did you have to be a CEO? Why couldn’t I marry a regular guy?”

Howard pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving back toward his desk. “A regular guy couldn’t buy Janet Van Dyne expensive fabric just to make his son a beautiful ballgown for the next Meeting.”

The werewolf couldn’t help a fond smile. “Tony’s going to love the dress, Howard.”

He scoffed. “It’s a gift from Janet, Maria, not from me.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Of course, Howard.”

“I think,” Maria said, then paused. “…I think you should call your father ‘daddy’ more often, bambino.”

Tony blinked up at her, gangly now, but still with bright, innocent eyes. “The boys at school make fun of me when I call him that.”

“Why in the hell,” Maria whispered to herself, another thing to wonder about why humans were the way they were. “Well, perhaps still refer to him as ‘dad’ while at school, but call him ‘daddy’ when you’re home? He misses it.”

“Okay,” Tony replied with that familiar guilelessness that she loved. “I can try.”

She wrapped him up in a hug that brought his feet off the ground, spinning him in a circle that had him giggling. “That’s my boy! Your father is a little odd, but we love him anyway, right?”

Tony laughed as she dug her fingers into his sides, kicking wildly with laughter. “Mom!”

“He’s a human and he’s strange even by their standards but he’s the most loving father and husband in the world!” Maria continued, swinging him around again.

“Yeah!” Tony agreed happily, then kicked again. “Mommy, put me down!”

Maria sighed, just a touch wistfully, as she set him on his feet. He still called her ‘mommy’ but it was definitely falling in frequency. She carefully brushed his hair out of his eyes, humming quietly and murmuring about a haircut, and ended up with her hand on top of his head, surprising herself with the thought ‘if we just had a little more time.’ Usually it was Howard being the sentimental one.

“My precious pup,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “Do you know how much we love you?”

Tony tilted his head as he looked up at her. “Of course, Mom. You guys hug and kiss me and tell me you love me all the time. Did you know there are boys at school who don’t get hugs and kisses from their parents?”

Maria smiled sadly. “Oh, honey.”

“So I know how much you guys loves me,” the boy continued. “Do you guys know how much I love you?”

Maria squatted in front of him, cupping his cheeks again. “Honey, it’s never going to be as much as your daddy and I love you.”

Tony stuck his chin out stubbornly. “Well, I’m going to try!”

“Tesorino, that would be delightful,” Maria assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Mom!” Tony complained. “You always get lipstick on me when you do that!”

“Boys are making fun of him for calling me ‘daddy?!’” Howard burst out angrily. “I knew sending him to boarding school was a mistake!”

“Honey,” Maria said, trying to keep the laughter out of her voice.

“They’re ruining my precious boy!”

Maria covered her mouth to hide her smile. “I think boys would have made fun of him at a public school, too, dear.”

“Maria, I’ve been telling you this!” Howard threw his hands up. “We could home school him until he’s ready for college! And then we get a little apartment off campus to stay in while he’s there so we’d always be nearby–”

“Howard, I thought you wanted to stop people from bullying him. A boy that never leaves his parents’ home, Howard? Really?”

Howard sagged, sitting down on the edge of their bed and hanging his head. “My boy,” he said sadly. “I’m supposed to protect him.”

“You’re also supposed to let him grow up to become his own man,” Maria told him gently. “And with you as his father, he’s going to grow up to be a good man, too, Howard.”

Howard choked quietly and clutched his chest. “Maria,” he said, tears filling his eyes. “Why would you say something like that when you know I’m so weak?”

“You’re not weak,” she answered immediately. “I wouldn’t choose a weak mate. If anything, you’re too strong, and too damn responsible.” She ran her fingers through his hair as his shoulders began to shake. “Why does it surprise you so that I love my mate so dearly?”

“Sometimes,” Howard began, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Sometimes I worry. That I’m tricking you somehow. And I’m just screwing everything up.”

“You’re not,” Maria assured him. “You’re not tricking me and you’re not screwing everything up. You love Tony. And sometimes you forget about Tony long enough to remember you love me, too.”

“Maria,” Howard gasped, lifting his head to stare up at her. “I always love you. If I’ve done something–”

She snorted, pressing a finger to his lips. “Howard, nothing could give me greater pleasure than my mate loving our pup. I was just teasing.”

“I wish I could give you another one,” he admitted softly, eyes going sad. “Maria, if I’d had any idea what that radiation would do to me–”

Maria held her hand up to stop him. “I’m happy that we even got one pup, Howard. Tony is enough. You are enough. You were upfront with me about your possible fertility issues before you even proposed.” She smirked, leering at him. “And I can’t say the endeavor for a pup was unpleasant either.”

Howard choked on a slightly hysterical laugh. “Maria.

“We’re getting older, dear,” she added after he’d calmed down. “You, especially. Tony… Tony is always going to be enough for me.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And you will, too. Besides, we have Ana and Jarvis, and Peggy and her family. I come from a big pack where there were aunts and uncles and cousins. This… this is just like home.”

Howard frowned, reaching up to cup her cheeks and using his thumb to wipe away a tear she hadn’t noticed had fallen. “I’m sorry I couldn’t find more of your family, honey.”

“You found my Uncle Giuseppe and his family,” Maria answered quietly. “That was… honestly more than I ever hoped for.”

Howard nodded, dissatisfied. He was still looking, technically, had detectives searching Europe for Carbonells, but at this point he was pretty sure that they would only find graves, if they’d even been given that decency. He wished he’d taken better care, better safety precautions when he was younger, so he could have given Maria the big family she wanted and the siblings Tony would have adored.

But if Maria could be happy, after all that had happened to her, he’d stop wondering ‘what if’ and be happy, too.

C'é stato un momento in cui lui mi prese per mano, attorcigliai le mie dita alle sue, poi lo guardai e vidi lui osservare le nostre mani e sorridere.Vi giuro, non mi ero mai sentita così completa.
Il trono di spoiler 7x03

Iniziamo subito con Gionsno e Davos Tesorino™ giunti a Dragonstone per incontrare Maria Assunta.

Ad accoglierli ci sono Tyrion e Missandei, con i quali i nostri viaggiatori si scambiano convenevoli e strette di mano vigorose. Nell’aria c’è un grado di formalità tale che quasi mi sento in imbarazzo a stare in pigiama stravaccata sul divano. Dite che dovevo mettermi l’abito da sera?
Davos parla di fiori e di farfalle, perché per l’appunto è un Tesorino™,   mentre Tyrion e Gionsno si abbandonano ai ricordi degli anni passati, quando Approdo del Re era tutta campagna.
A quel punto arrivano i draghi, e la mia faccia è più o meno così:

Mi consola il fatto che a conti fatti anche stavolta non sono serviti a nulla ai fini della trama.

Nel frattempo qualcuno li osserva dal balcone, ehm volevo dire scogliera, ed è subito spin-off.

Intanto Maria Assunta aspetta i suoi ospiti seduta sul tropo con i piedi penzolanti perché è troppo bassa per toccare terra (i feel you Assuntina).
Naturalmente lei è troppo cool per i convenevoli, dunque decide di affidare l’onore di introdurre la sua regale presenza alla sua amichetta Missandei

Una volta terminate le presentazioni Gionsnò cerca di illustrare ai presenti il pericolo che tutti corrono a causa degli Estranei. Parla per più di mezz’ora con tono pacato e rassegnato come se stesse cercando di spiegare il Teorema di Pitagora a dei piccioni. E alla fine del suo discorso la reazione di Assunta è ovviamente la seguente:

A quel punto Davos decide di intervenire, da buon padre adottivo di chiunque si trovi nel suo raggio di azione, e inizia a tessere le lodi del suo nuovo figlio acquisito Jon. Era quasi in procinto di raccontare di quella volta in cui aveva abbandonato da solo il pannolino per usare il vasino a sei mesi, di quando aveva risolto la sua prima disequazione di secondo grado a cinque anni, di quando era morto e poi risorto, quando viene interrotto da Jon stesso, il quale, come sappiamo, fa sempre il modesto. 

- Numero di volte in cui Assunta ordina a Jon di inginocchiarsi: 743
- Numero di volte in cui Jon si inginocchia al suo cospetto: 0

Segue breve scena di Theon, noto anche come l’uomo perseguitato dalla sfiga e da gente poco simpatica. 

Intanto ad Approdo del Re, Euron fa sold-out con il suo evento.

(Il fatto che io abbia volontariamente cercato su internet un sito per fare locandine la dice lunga sul mio stato mentale attuale …)

Per farla molto breve: Euron viene di nuovo friendzonato dalla regina e si attira definitivamente tutte le antipatie del suo (si spera non) futuro cognato.

A proposito di Cersei, grazie a lei gli autori hanno trovato il modo di togliersi dalle scatole la storyline di Dorne. Tuttavia io amo quando la Queen fa la psyco spietata, è più forte di me. Ammetto che giù nei sotterranei per un attimo ho temuto che fossero ritornati in auge i lucidalabbra bon bon di malizia, e invece era solo veleno. Pericolo scampato!

Dopo l’omicidio per la regina è naturalmente giunto il momento di compiere un po’ di atti incestuosi, così giusto per essere sempre sicura di non perdere il privé tra le fiamme dell’inferno. 
In tutto ciò che fine ha fatto Yara?

Ma torniamo a Dragonstone dove Tyrion riesce a giungere ad un compromesso con Assuntina e Jon:  la madre dei draghi darà a Gionsno il vetro di drago e quest’ultimo si leverà dalle scatole e si dedicherà da solo al bricolage.   

Nel frattempo a Norde, Sansa riesce a farsi obbedire da tutti in meno di venti secondi, quando Jon invece ci aveva impiegato tre stagioni circa. 
Pensandoci, deve essere  piuttosto frustrante essere Jon Snow. 

Meera e un cartonato raffigurante Bran, ma senza emozioni, attraversano il cancello. Seguono baci e abbracci tra Sansa e la sagoma di Bran.
Quest’ultimo poi, essendo fatto di cartone, non ha il minimo tatto e non capisce che l’ultima cosa da fare è parlare con sua sorella del non poi così vecchio trauma che quest’ultima ha subito a causa di Ramsay.

Sam finalmente regala una gioia a Jorah che per la felicità riesce a mostrare quasi più entusiasmo di Bran. Ovviamente Sam non aveva il permesso di fare quello che ha fatto, quindi dieci punti in meno a grifondoro. 

A Castel Granito gli Immacolati attaccano l’esercito dei Lannister, ma la maggior parte dei soldati della regina sono andati a trovare nonna Olenna. 
La vecchietta più arzilla dei sette regni esce di scena con gran classe con un ultimo sgarro ai fratelli Lannister.   

In questa puntata ho notato che ci sono diverse cose che sono cresciute in modo spropositato, ad esempio: il naso di Bran, le sopracciglia di Daenerys, il sex appeal di Gionsno. Ma nel frattempo Cersei continua ad avere quel ridicolo caschetto a scodella per il quale hanno riciclato la parrucca di Tommen, ne sono sicura. Perché?