Requested by anon-
could you write a fanfic of a teen!reader with these sorcery powers that don’t have full control over? She gets help from Wanda but she isn’t the best teacher. The reader meets Loki and totally wants him to help her but he is like “Um, no.” but they both form this friendship and it’s all cute and fluffy.
Loki sat in the living room, a
sharp contrast to the cheerful décor in his signature black, trying not to sigh
with boredom whilst Odin ripped into a hungover Thor yet again.
“I’ve had had it up to here with your
immaturity and your recklessness!” the old man shouted whilst his wife lingered
in the background, ready to step in if things went too far. “Do you have any
idea how many favours I had to call in just so that the police wouldn’t press
charges?! Do you honestly think you will get into any decent college with that sort
of drunken buffoonery on your record?!”
“I’m sorry, father. I wasn’t
“Exactly!” Odin roared. “You
weren’t thinking! You never think things through. You only care about having ‘fun’
in the moment, consequences be damned. Well, I have had enough! You are
grounded until you graduate!!”
“Odin…” Frigga chided quietly
before Thor had a chance to object.
“Fine,” Odin grumbled. “A month,
then. And after that you will have a strict curfew. Home by eight every
evening. No excuses.”
“Father! You can’t be serious!”
Thor whined, failing to know when to keep his mouth shut.
“Deadly serious,” Odin shot back.
“You will be home by eight. You will eat dinner, you will do your homework, and
you will go to bed at a reasonable hour.”
“And have no social life! If you
wanted me to become like Loki so badly why didn’t you just say so?” Thor
grumbled petulantly, sparing a glare at his brother sitting quietly at the
other end of the couch.
Frigga whispered in Odin’s ear
and Odin smirked.
“Very well,” Odin murmured before
turning back to address his son. “Your mother has thought of reasonable
compromise.” Thor perked up, shifting to the edge of his seat. “You can go to parties on the weekend… when your brother does.”
That was the second word that came to Thor the moment he saw Loki after entering their home.
Comfort, a sense of belonging, relaxation and the slow vanishing of the tension in his shoulders and mind. He liked how comfortable Loki made him feel by sharing his life, by his presence, by sleeping in Thor’s bed, on his couch, draped over the back of Thor’s sofa, reading on his rug before the fire or on the roof.
His comfort made Thor feel comfortable.
The first word was magnificent. Unimaginably magnificent, Loki was, so absolutely beautiful.
Everything from his hair to his eyes, from his pale skin to the stunning plume he carried behind him everyday, making Thor wonder how he got this magnificent creature all for himself.
Men had died pursuing enchanted creatures like Loki or gone mad after their obsession to capture them failed.
Another Wattpad request. I do not own Tony, Thor, or Steve. They belong to Marvel.
Warnings: Jealous Tony, angst, fluff
Pairings: Tony Stark x reader, Thor, Steve Rogers.
Your laughter carried through the
Tower, reaching Tony’s ears. He smiled at the sound. It was something he loved
to hear. Tony made his way toward the living room, but stopped short when he
got there. You were still laughing, but it was who you were laughing with that
caused Tony to freeze. You were sitting with Thor and laughing at something he
said. Tony felt something he wasn’t used to. Jealousy.
Aries: Steve Rogers/Captain America - An Aries would perfectly be represented by Steve Rogers because of his honest and self-assertive personality. They are extremely headstrong and determined just like Rogers was in the Army despite being rejected numerous times. Aries typically have a high sense of justice which is expressed by Rogers need to protect the greater good and do what’s right no matter the tough choices. However, because they always believe that what they determine is the right path, it’ll sometimes put them in challenging and competitive situations like with his constant bickering with Tony Stark.
Taurus: Vision - A great example of a Taurus would best be Vision because like a bull, he is peaceful. thoughtful and only aggressive when provoked. A Taurus will often find the world beautiful and good, which Vision was unlike Ultron, as he saw the beauty in humanity because of their imagination and promising future. They are also very dependable, desiring to protect life whether it be human or nature, and while they love control and stability, they aren’t afraid to understand and accept change as long as they given time to because they will generally take their time to get the best of it.
Gemini: Phil Coulson - Due to the flexible and versatile personality they have, Phil Coulson would best represent a Gemini because the two sides are their main traits. On one hand, a Gemini can be fun-loving and outgoing, and on the other had they will be serious and analytical. They are known to have a very humorous side, often sarcastic and witty, which Coulson is often especially when with his team or undercover. But Coulson is also often serious and when they know a situation calls for it, they will be blunt and straightforward. Gemini’s are very sociable and communicative and love a great mind-stimulant, which is also provided by Coulson’s great interpersonal skills.
Request: @imboredsueme Oh, it’s a Sherlock x reader. The reader is from Asgard and kind of crashed into England, (you can choose why she left in the first place) and Sherlock went to investigate. And he wants to know where she came from and he doesn’t believe her because it’s impossible and then like a few weeks later Loki comes looking for her and tries to take her back but she doesn’t want to leave Sherlock?
Your feet were traveling faster and faster through the wet grass. Your book in your hand swinging beside you. You longed for these days alone roaming the grounds of the palace. Ever since your brother’s imprisonment in the bowels of the palace, you needed this alone time. The wind was blowing through your hair and you loved the feeling, it was calming in the hectic world that was now your reality.
Your other brother Thor and your father Odin were preoccupied with the convergence of the Nine Realms. With all the added stress you seemed to be pushed aside. Loki was always your companion, exploring the grounds and surrounding areas of Asgard, you felt so lonely without him.
You were running, eyeing a spot to stop, sit, and relax with your newest pick from the library. You saw a break in the rocks and decided that was a nice shady spot to rest. The moment you stepped into it you felt your body being stretched, pulled, and spun around. You had never experienced anything like this before, and the sensation was new and unnerving.
Your ears were ringing and the sounds around you sounded muffled. Your feet hit hot asphalt and you looked down at your hands to see your book gone. You spun slowly, finding that your surroundings had changed completely. A large metal object was moving towards you, and your feet refused to move. Your eyes grew wide, where were you?
Your body was pushed to the ground, and you could feel someone on top of you.
“Unhand me you fiend!” You yelled, wiggling away from their grip.
“Fiend? You were in the middle of the bloody street!” He yelled, helping you to your feet.
“Where am I?” You spun around, examining this new world. You could tell the stranger who had saved you was eyeing your blue, long, draping dress.
“Baker Street in London.” He answered, suspiciously, as if I should have known the answer.
“Midgard?” You asked, looking around once more. You placed your head in your hands, worrying. How the hell was there a portal in your gardens? No one would have known you were missing yet, the only person who would have noticed was trapped below the place he once called home.
“Mid-what? Who the hell are you?” He asked, rudely.
“I am Y/N of Asgard, daughter of Odin, and I demand to be spoken to with some respect.” You retorted.
“Asgard? Like Thor, the man who brought destruction upon Manhattan?” He asked rudely, word must travel fast.
“Thor was only trying to help! Loki led the Chitauri under manipulation of another stronger being, it wasn’t his fault.” You argued, feeling something sticky run down the side of your face.
“You can’t be from Asgard that’s impossible- you’re bleeding.” He noticed, reaching his hand to examine the wound you must have gotten upon impact with the ground. You swatted it away, not wanting to be touched by this Midgardian. He sighed, exasperated.
“Look, just because you’re pretending to be a goddess from another realm doesn’t mean I can’t help you if you’re hurt.” He argued. Seeing no other option and being stranded on a faraway realm with no way to contact home, you gave in, and accepted his help.
He lead you into a nearby building, you noticed the number on the door: 221B.
You sat on the counter in his kitchen, as he quietly tended to your wounds. You knew he didn’t believe you, and that frustrated you, you had never been treated like this before. No one had ever argued with you, this was new. You weren’t worried about your wounds, you knew they would heal in a few hours.
“What’s your name, Midgardian?” You asked, as he was putting things away. He was tall, with black curly locks.
“You know, you can give up the act in here, there’s no one here to witness it.” He said, and you rolled your eyes, what was it going to take?
“Your soul shows great sadness,” you began, and he whipped around, now curious, “I can see it in your eyes. Your life has been paved in loneliness and isolation, and you lost someone dear to you at a young age.”
You took his hand, and was now able to see more, you examined it, tracing your fingers along the lines.
“Lost, but not gone. Your sister, she was deeply troubled, I see fire in her eyes. I sympathize, my brother is now locked away too.” You said lightly, missing him.
“How could you possibly know all that?” He asked, taken aback.
“I can see it. Though only the past, so it’s not incredibly useful.” You stated, looking around the messy room.
“Sherlock,” He said, and you gave him a confused look, “That’s my name…Sherlock Holmes.”
“That’s quite odd, I’ve never heard that name before. As far as midgardians go I’ve only heard of Jane, Darcy, and a man by the name of Selvig. Thor told me of them after his first trip here, he’s grown quite fond of it, though I can’t see why.” You glances around once more.
“Erik Selvig? The Astrophysicist?” Sherlock asked.
“Yes, I believe so. Do you know him?” You asked.
“No, only from the news… Jesus you’re telling the truth aren’t you.” His eyes grew wide.
“But… How did you get here? Did you mean to?” He asked, leading you to a chair in the sitting room.
“It was an accident, I was in my gardens on the outskirts of the palace and then one moment I wasn’t. I was here, and then you were on top of me.” You answered, he placed a warm cup in your hand. You eyed it for a few minutes before taking a sip.
“Sorry about that, but you would have been hit by that lorry.” He said, and you had no idea what that meant but didn’t want to ask.
“It must have been brought about by the convergence of the nine realms. I had heard of portals appearing, but I didn’t think they were anywhere near Asgard.” You spoke to yourself.
“So you have no way of getting back. Maybe we could try to contact Selvig, I don’t know what he could do but he sure knows more than I do, maybe-” He began and you cut him off.
“Maybe he knows how Thor got back! That’s brilliant.” You smiled.
Sherlock tried for hours to find Selvig, but he was ‘off the grid’. You didn’t know where this grid was, but you needed to find him.
“It’s late, we could try again in the morning. I may know someone who could help, but until then I don’t know what more I can do.” He said, looking exhausted, and you felt the same.
“You’ve done so much already, and for that I thank you.” You said quietly, silently losing hope of ever seeing your family again.
NOTE: Naming ceremony – In Viking culture, nine nights after birth, the child had to be recognised by the father of the household. He placed the child on his knee while sitting in the high seat. Water was sprinkled on the child; it was named and thus admitted into the family.
Nearly four weeks later, word was sent to Loki and Maebh, that Sif had birthed another son safely. Thor had asked that they join him and his family for a meal to celebrate. Loki explained to Maebh that it was customary that nine days after an infant is born, there is a naming ceremony held in its honour. As the new child was hardly a day old, this was merely to be a family celebration.
Both Loki and Maebh worked around the farm and house to prepare for the evening. Loki had insisted that Maebh not work as hard due to her condition, but she was adamant that she would decide what it was she could and could not do for herself. Due to her vicious temper at the broaching of the subject, Loki had agreed somewhat sheepishly, however, with each passing week, Maebh had to admit to herself she was not as capable as she was used to being.
are you guys ready for some garbage? too quiet? let me just- ARE YOU GUYS READY FOR SOME GARBAGE? CAUSE YOU’RE GONNA GET IT YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
“Don’t lie.” You order, staring down the five-year-old
“I’m not lying, Steve shoved me down the stairs.” Natasha
blinks, her eyes big and doe like as she gazes at you. She’s too innocent.
“Then why aren’t you hurt?” You question and the tiny
redhead doesn’t even hesitate. Her little lying ass.
“Cause it didn’t hurt, I have super healing.” She answers
instantly and you can’t help groaning and collapsing back onto the couch behind
you. Natasha pauses, watching you before she climbs onto your lap and wraps her
arms around your neck.
“I know you were worried about me.” She sighs, pressing a
kiss to your cheek before she’s suddenly distracted by Pietro chasing Peter
across the room.
“Oof!” Peter grunts as he trips, headfirst into the carpet,
and worry fills you. Natasha slips from your arms, cautiously closing in as
Peter sits up dazedly. Pietro laughs at him, only for a strangled scream to
part his lips.
“No! Don’t!” He begs as Natasha shoves his face into the carpet,
her tiny fist raining down on his shoulder over and over again.
“Oh my god!” You snap, scooping her off him and wincing as
she pulls his hair. “Let go.”
“Fine.” She snaps, squirming out of your grip to help Peter
to his feet and pat his head. “He’s all better!”
“No, I’n not!” The little spider kid whines, fat tears
pooling in his eyes and you can see the moment, almost like slow motion, that
Natasha decides to hit him in the face. Mores the pity, you’re to slow and her
shove rains down like a light breeze on a leaf.
“How’re you doing?” Bruce grimaces from behind the glass
sliding door and you scowl at him. Tony appears behind him, a serious
expression on his face.
“I don’t know, I’m stuck with five children with ages
ranging from four to six. I’m doing abso-tootely amazing.” You growl, making
sure to point at the way Steve is clinging to your calf.
“Wanda’s behaving well at least.” Tony points out and your gaze
goes to the little girl colouring in the corner while her brother rampages
around the couch.
“Oh yeah, she’s a real treasure that one, all she’s doing is
colouring everything in red and putting crosses over the eyes.” You huff,
dragging Steve from off your leg and hefting him into your arms instead where
he tucks his head under your chin.
“I’m not sorry.” Tony says, shaking his head at the chaos
you’re surrounded by.
“Well maybe instead of standing there not being sorry you
could work faster and get me the hell out of here.”
“Hey! Hey! For all we know it’s contagious.”
“Screw you guys.”
“Guys! I’ve been in here for seven hours, I’m fine! It’s not
contagious!” You shout, slamming your palm against the glass door fruitlessly.
“I’m hungry!” Steve sobbed, curled into a ball on the couch.
You’d go pet him or something if he didn’t turn away from you every time you
sat next to him with a violent sob. He’s being ridiculous.
So is Natasha though. You’d never have thought the Ah Satan
of her name would apply, until you saw her pinning down Pietro and biting him.
That doesn’t sound so bad, lets clarify, she was biting him with the intent to
eat him. In her words, he wouldn’t shut up and I was hungry and I wanted him to
die cause he wouldn’t shut up.
“We’re sending in Thor with a tray of nine sandwiches. Just
in case.” Tonys voice says over the speakers and you scoff, rolling your eyes
at the half fearful, half amazed look on the gathered childrens faces.
“Eventide, my love.” Thor booms without a care, setting down
the tray and you’re about to burst into complaining when suddenly- another
“God dammit!” You snarl, your fist slamming against the
window as four-year-old Thor starts to sob. “Come here, you little portent. It’s
okay, it’s okay.”
Gently, you rock him in your arms while reaching down and
handing triangles of sandwiches down to hungry fingers.
“Everyone eaten?” You ask the kids around the room, little
chirps answering you with the affirmative.
“I haven’t.” Thor sniffles in your arms and you coo at him,
offering him a triangle of sandwich, which he takes gently.
“You ready to be set down? Go sit with Stevie?” You ask him
gently and he sniffles once more but nods, no more tears falling and you beam.
Setting him on his feet, you watch him bound over to Steve and crash into the
other child, which leads to a wrestling match- obviously.
“I hate you guys.” You call to the roof and tapping sounds
from the door.
“Here. My blood, take it and fix them.” You snarl, dropping
the vials into the envelope and slipping it out the three centimetre door
crack. Not even fair.
“How’re you doing?” Bucky asks from behind the glass and you
groan a weak sound. You’re under six babies, all asleep and clinging to you.
“I’m weak.” You whimper, unable to even lift your hand to
the glass or turn your head too far.
“You look it.” Comes his soft laugh and you hiss a breath as
Wanda stirs before she returns to sleep, her ear to your heart.
“I want to get out of here.” You repeat and he makes a noise
of agreement. You’re surrounded by your teammates who were normal one moment,
and suddenly, children the next. Seriously.
You’d all been watching The Office and then suddenly Pietro
was squalling on the couch, then Wanda suddenly became the weird kid, Natasha
and Steve following in quick succession, then lastly came Peter who had been
sitting beside you. When you’d remained normal, you figured it must have been
something the others ate and you hadn’t. Or you’d eaten it later like the
leftover Chinese from the new place.
But with Thors entrance and sudden infantification, you’d
realized you were destined to be the only adult left.
“This makes no sense.” You mutter, glaring at the lounge
room. Anything that might have been the cause, chemical or magical in origin,
likely was trashed with the rest of the room. It didn’t stand a chance against
four bored kids. To reiterate, little Wanda is such a weirdo. “I might also
have to break up with Thor after this.”
“I’ll never forget today and what a terror he is as a child,
and every time I’ll look at his face, I’ll see that.” You point to the tiny
cherubic face of what was once your boyfriend. “Also, in this moment, I’m a
literal cradle robber.”
“Disgusting.” Bucky snickers, and you sigh, your head
thunking against the glass. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s no ones fault, as far as we know.” You mumble, your
thumb rubbing circles over tiny Steves back.
“A cure!” Tony announces, waking all the kids at once and
starting up six sobbing screams, in unison.
“If I don’t have it in my hand in two seconds, I’ll murder
you.” You mouth to him through the cacophony and he swallows hard, pressing the
button and letting the door slide open.
“Here.” He croaks, handing you the tiny bottle and you drag
him through the doorway, waving at Bucky to shut the door.
“You’re coming in, you’ve been exposed too much.” You smirk,
shoving him down onto the couch and herding the utterly depressed children up
next to him. “Show me your tongues, sweethearts.”
As they stick their tongues out, you drop two drops of the
liquid on their tongues, per the instructions, and then throw yourself against
the opposite couch.
Steve is the first to come around, bursting into his regular
size and promptly falling asleep. Then Natasha, who follows suit, then almost
as one the rest are regular sized and asleep. Even Tony, who was a child for
three seconds, is out like a light.
“What was it?”
“A mix of the Chinese food and the subtle radiation we’re
all exposed to.”
“So anyone could turn into a baby at any moment, all their
“No, no, the radiation we’re
“Wait what?” You blink, frowning at Bruce as Tony makes
quiet whining noises in the background. When the lot of them had reawaken, they
were all struck by a nasty hangover.
“In the work we do, and where we live, and the equipment we
use, as well as any cellular modifications in our bodies, we’re constantly
surrounded by low level radiation. It’s set higher than what a regular person
would take in, and it’s more dangerous as the type changes with where we are or
what we’re doing. What it is also, is unavoidable. This is the task we’ve
undertaken and it’s too late for us now anyways.” Bruce shrugs, picking up the
chart beside him and examining it once more.
“Wow.” You exhale, moving dazedly from the room and heading
back to your own. “Then why was I-”
“I’ve noted it before but it never seemed important, but your powers make your body like lead in the fact that radiation just sheers off of it. I can’t explain it, and never felt the need to since it hadn’t affected you or the others in any way. I can look into it if-”
“No, no, don’t worry.” You laugh, eyeing your skin curiously but shrugging it off. What’s the point in learning more? Even lead can be melted down, just like death comes for everyone.
“My heart, could you but lay a cool towel upon my brow?”
Thor whines, huddled under your blankets and for a moment you’re struck by
differing images- tiny Thor huddled under your blanket who you want to break up
with, and regular Thor from a month ago, sick and adorably loving.
“Sure.” You gulp, moving to the bathroom and breathing in
deeply, only to choke. “Did you throw up in here?”
“Mayhaps.” He groans weakly and you groan. Flicking on the
fan, you shut the door behind yourself and clamber onto the bed beside your
golden haired god.
“There.” Setting the towel over his forehead, you can’t help
yourself from running your thumb over his jaw, and smiling when he ducks his
chin and presses his lips to the pad of the digit. “We should talk.”
“You wish to break up with me now?” Thor whines, blinking
pathetic and oceanic blue eyes up at you. “Could you not wait?”
“It might make it worse to wait.”
“You’re my heart.” Thor says, the words like a sledgehammer.
Rude, unfair, inexcusable. He can’t throw around terms of affection like that
when you’re trying to end things.
Your lips part to counter with something, anything, but
there’s nothing you can say to that. Responding the same would be the opposite
of breaking up and calling him a liar would just be rude, and of course a
falsity. You know he’s not lying; he does love you.
“Mayhaps, my love, we could…” Thor trails off, sitting up
with his eyes darting around the room nervously. You can see him searching for
a solution for a problem you haven’t even told him about.
“I keep seeing the little kid you, Thor, and I can’t… Touch
you or kiss you when I keep seeing a four-year-old.”
“Blast it all.” He snaps, “Damn it all Helheim and the lesser
“I know right.” You agree softly, letting his giant hand
capture yours on the blankets. You stare at the two hands, yours smaller and
softer than his, at the war scars that scatter both of your skin, your knuckles
both scarred beyond repair.
“With time this may pass, I will wait.” Thor promises and
your shoulders sag. He’s being a real jerk now.
“I can’t promise I will.” You counter, slipping from off the
bed and pulling your hand from his. You’re glad that he lets you go, and you’re
glad when you return hours later that he is gone and all his stuff has
I know in RH Peter's not going to high school but, theoretically, how would Parent-teacher meeting type stuff work out with the Avengers?
This has been sitting in my box for so long anon, sorry about that.
You just know that the Avengers would so troll Peter, embarrassing and harassing him and his friends, just because they can.
Natasha and Clint sign up to chaperone Peter’s homecoming dance, and the teenager dies inside.
Clint ends up having a dance off with some of the other teenagers, (he won) “I couldn’t just let the punk call me out Peter!”
Natasha spent the night scaring teenagers, and stealing their snuck in liquor, by the end of the night she and Clint were both a bit tipsy with cheap alcohol.
Sam is the embarrassing mother-hen, he is the one that finds Peter (no matter where he is) and gives him his forgotten lunch, and he is the one that knows all the other kid’s names and asks them how they’ve been. (He does it all on purpose, he knows)
Tony and Steve would be the ones to take on any parent teacher conferences. But their take on them would be completely the opposite.
Where Steve would listen intently to the teachers and agree with them, nodding along polite and offering his help- Tony would be the one to always take Peter’s side no matter what.
“Mr. Stark, he blew up the chem lab,” Tony pointing a finger “that’s how science works! if something doesn’t blow up then you aren’t learning!”
“Mr. Stark he broke the gym…the whole gym.” Tony over the phone, “well then you’re gym wasn’t adequate was it!?”
“The Vulture attacked the school and Peter took in upon himself to take the madman down. But in his haste, the whole second floor has been decimated, what do you plan to do Mr. Stark?” “That doesn’t sound like a ‘thank you’…”
(Tony pays for all the damage mind you, he just likes to give the school board and principal a run for their money. Tony thinks it’s hilarious)
Bruce would probably be the only one that Peter allows to come to his school without any complaint. I doubt that the scientist makes it a habit to come to Peter’s high school, but when he does he really likes the nerdier kids, they are enduring, and he answers all their questions.
Now Thor. Thor is the worst, he will burst in and find Peter (they all know his period schedule and have in memorized) and he will interrupt the class asking Peter to come get lunch with him. “Thor, it’s kinda rude to just come barging into my lit class buddy,” “Oh pardon my error, I apologize deeply,” Thor turning to the rest of the gaping students, “would any of your fellow youth like to come to the burger of Mike’s with us?”
But Peter would take Thor’s random visits over what he did about a month ago. *shivers* Thor had become cruise over Peter’s education and how training Midgard’s youth works.
So the Asgardian had taken it upon himself to accompany the teenager to all of his classes for a week!
Peter had tried to get the rest of the team to talk Thor out of it, but those traitors encouraged it!
And the school board didn’t care because it was only with Tony’s constant donations that they were still running in the first place.
So that is how Peter had ended up going to school with Thor…Thor the thunder god wearing the uniforms and colors of his school, taking his classes and carrying a far too small Iron Man backpack while his hair sat on top of his head in a ponytail…
All of the Avenger’s are in the yearbook. But Thor tops them all because his picture isn’t in the activities or in a club like the other’s smiling faces. No no…Thor’s picture sit’s among the rest of the students as if he is one of them.
I’ve been anxiously awaiting for this series to drop on Netflix for over a year now. I found out about it through looking on Justice Smith’s wiki page and found out he would have a part in the show. I enjoy his style of acting and said I would try to follow his next project.
I awaited project announcements and there weren’t too many promotions outside of general YouTube ads but I was still stoked.
Then slowly, as the release date began to approach, more casting was revealed and the hype picked up pace.
Then, August 12th hit and Pt. 1 of The Get Down dropped.
I was honestly shocked.
This show exceeded every expectation I had.
Needless to say, I’m going to be spoiler free, this has it all. Action, comedy, tragedy, romance, even a little bit of sci-fi, music, and most importantly, representation for many different groups of people who don’t have a voice.
Great casting with young faces, new and familiar. The chemistry works well between each character and their own interpersonal relationships.
Also, almost every character has an arc that remains stable but continues to intertwine with the main plot.
The wardrobe/style team need awards and an infinite supply of cake because DAMN. The style of the clothing is so spot on, especially with how they’ve styled the hair/make up of each person? It’s not overdone or fake.
In conjunction with the styling of the cast, the location AND camera work make everything seem extremely authentic.
Everything from a broken brick to the vibe of a late 70s sidewalk view feels so real.
It’s like I’m diving into the 70s.
And the writing? My god. The dialogue is so well done. There are also a few monologues that had me tearing up or left me inspired as well.
Every character really does play a large role, even if they are not a principal or main part of the cast. Each character ties the whole story together.
Now, the music. I guess that would be the hardest part to translate over to a new audience. The beginnings of hip-hop intertwined with the peak of disco to our generation with all sorts of newer, experimental music.
Honestly? Sensational. Lyrically, some of the best I’ve heard. Especially considering half of it is freestyled during the show.
You can feel every word impact you in a different way that comes from the characters’ lips.
And the music always fits the scene or the theme of that particular episode.
The music never really misses a beat.
Zeke has the most sick bars but his own style and rhythm, as the audience finds out later though, every character brings their own style to the table.
And as far as exceptional performances?
I would say all but I just have to highlight a few(from the main group):
Justice Smith (Zeke): the reason I followed the production and release of this show. He delivered, most definitely. Don’t sleep on him. This is the beginning. A real impact in the show on and of screen and such a nice guy. His performance left me speechless because he can be so immersed in one thing that you forget he has 7383929372 other events going on but he eventually problem-solves and has time to do most things flawlessly.
If you’ve seen this guy in Dope, you already know he’s dope (I’m sorry, I had to). BUT, what you may not have been able to catch as much is this guy’s versatility to play a character. Both verbally and physically. Not much to spoil but he does A LOT of moving. I’m physically exhausted after an episode of just watching this guy move. Jeez. Amazing performance and each time he interacts with a new character, it’s intense and meaningful. Wow.
Herizen Guardiola(Mylene): fresh face on the scene. Gorgeous, angelic, graceful with ambition and drive. She’s so refreshing to watch and has a lot of moral fiber that drives her character so far. Additionally, her singing voice is beautiful, wow. She’s new but I see many new opportunities coming her way soon enough. Plus, her Spanish makes me cry happy tears. YAS. Don’t sleep on her either. She’s blowing my mind.
All I can say is, Jaden is playing himself. They wrote Dizzee for Jaden. I see Jaden on that screen and I am so HAPPY about it. He was born for this role and I love what they’re doing with his arc. Jaden is doing the damn thing. Also, if you download the soundtrack or if you’ve listened to any of his solo music, this guy is very much a triple threat.
Plus, as I’m seeing from the brand new gifs/photo sets on tumblr, he’s becoming the heartthrob of the show.
@ WRITERS, MOVE HIM TO PRINCIPLE CASTING. Right now, he’s marked as recurring but I don’t think that will last. He’ll be a main soon enough.
Other casting notices (not as in depth)-
Skylan Brooks(Ra-Ra): reminds me of every friend that had something important to say but got slept on. LISTEN. TO. HIM. He always has the best interest at heart. Plus, his facial expressions give me life.
Stefanée Martin(Yolanda): so sweet, so pure. Loves everybody. She reminds me of a fun aunt. She’s not the mom because she likes to cut loose but at the end of the day, she has everyone’s interests at heart.
Tremaine Brown Jr.(Boo-Boo): the little brother I always wanted but I know I’d probably get annoyed with because he’s always hype and ready to go. He’s so much fun and brings life to the crew.
Plus, he probably roasts people the best, next to Zeke. Love this dude.
Shyrley Rodriguz(Regina): she is ruthless and won’t let any damn body tell her what to do. She has fun, bad af, but she’s a softie on the inside. She loves her friends. Give her love.
I don’t want to spoil anything but watch for every little detail that may seem insignificant because it will definitely show itself later on.
Overall, 11/10 for this show. The only thing I could be nitpicky about is some of the driving scenes were a bit awkward and I wanted more backstory on some of the main characters but hopefully, that’ll be what Pt. 2 is for.
Everybody get on Netflix and watch this damn show as soon as you can.
This fic is what happens when the characters take over. As a writer you can only do so much and if the characters say that something is happening, then you are contractually obliged to make it so. As a result, Tony ends up with a cold and on the front of an apron. *blushes* I’m surprised how popular these one shots have become because frankly I was concerned with their quality. However, so long as you like them, I’ll add to them (given I can find the time in my obviously busy schedule). As requested by disneylandequalssecondhome. Enjoy!
Prompt: I think everyone would agree to asking you to write a Part Three of Photograph. PLEASE. <3 :D
Natasha glared at Tony who was pleading with his chocolate puppy-dog eyes. “Come on Romanoff. Just picture the look on their faces.” “I am.” She replied. “Namely, Steve’s, and that’s why I’m refusing.” Natasha turned on her heel and began to strut away but Tony hurried in front of her, still holding the shirt in his hands. He was wearing the other top already and the picture of (y/n) and Steve’s faces was stretched a little over his torso. “Tony, no.” She said as though scolding a child, which, in her defence, she was. “Oh please!” “Why do you even want to? Everyone knows they’re dating after your broadcasted Steve’s confession through the tower.” Natasha folded her arms. Tony thought about his response. “If you wear it, I’ll tell them it was all my idea.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “It was all your idea.” “An idea that I wouldn’t have had if a certain red-haired assassin hadn’t woken me up…” He grinned. Natasha’s mouth parted slightly.
9 o’clock. Steve’s eyes reluctantly opened and it took a minute for him to adjust, he was always groggy in the mornings and no serum would change that. You stirred a little in his arms and he remembered the night you had spent together. An awful meal, running in the rain, watching a terrible film and then falling asleep in each other’s arms… Not to mention the pillow fort you were surrounded by. Steve smiled like an idiot.
Highschool AU: What if there is already an established relationship between Thor and Steve but everyone thinks they’re adorable?
They’d walk through the always and if Steve had a lot of homework Thor would carry whatever books didn’t fit in Steve’s backpack and everyone around them would just go “awww!”
The bus driver would sit them in the same seat so Steve would lean on Thor and listen to music till one of them gets off the bus. The people around them would look over and smile to themselves.
They’d be in gym class and have to run laps around the gym and Thor would slow down a bit so he could run at the same pace as Steve until they both caught up with the rest of their class. Steve would try his hardest but his asthma would be a problem, Thor wouldn’t try to patronize him but he’d still be near him for as a quiet support buddy
Someone would make rude comments about Thor not being as manly as they thought because he’s dating Steve and then Steve would give them the most evil glare in the world till they backed off or apologized to his boyfriend.
Characters are not the actors/actresses who play them. Please do not hate the actor (or actor’s fans) because of what the character does. This goes for pretty much all fandoms. Good characters can be played by bad people, and evil characters can be played by good people. Confusing the two is very rude.