Am I the only one that reads sambucky/Samsteve fic and get that feeling that it’s always the writer’s love for Bucky bleeding through Sam?
Don’t get me wrong, I like Bucky I do, but I feel like all the fics are about how amazing, and funny, good looking and smart Bucky Barnes is, and how Sam never ever had a chance of resisting it, and understanding it all. How Steve is amazing and bright and holds the whole world on his shoulder, blá blá blá.
Just once, just THIS fucking once I want to read a fic about how amazing Samuel Thomas Wilson is.
How good looking, and caring, smart and funny he is, how even tho he doesn’t have white boy’s hair, his hair is well kept and soft, how he smells nice, how his cheekbones are sharp because hell they are. How capable of fighting he is, because he is the guy who took a knife to a gun fight.
He’s a guy capable enough to hold Captain America’s shield; strong enough to question his authority becase he doesn’t follow blindly; smart enough to point out the best tatical way of dealing with the enemy; human enough to see more than the all american hero, to see the men behind the shield.
Badass enough to deadpan and snark a king and well trainned assassin.
For once just this once I would love to read Bucky or Steve talking about how important and amazing Sam is, and not the other way around. See them apologizing and swallowing their feelings, see them blushing and stammering because Sam outshines the Sun itself.
See the writers understand that yes you write for yourself, for free but if you share it you also want us to like, and writing for a interracial ship, maybe just maybe it’s important for the people of color who read it feel like the character of color is getting the love he sure as fucking hell deserves.
Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?
I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…
I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like
OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king”
Even just laughs and is like “sure baby”
but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes.
Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look.
and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!”
so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says
“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.”
OH DEAR LORD
Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it.
Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?”
Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.”
Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.”
Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.
Gods I loved the Friendenemies episode so much. It was incredibly gay and full of Tomco, but that was a bit of an issue for me. Now I have actual evidence of what yet another ship would be like, and I have conflicting thoughts now. I am a hardcore Starco shipper. But I absolutely love Tomco and Stanna, as well as Mackie. So basically, there are WAY too many ships for me to handle. UGH…
-THE FLASHBACKS WERE SO SAD
-ESPECIALLY THE WES AND LAUREL FLASHBACK OMG THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS PREGNANT AND THEY WERE RIGHT
-LAUREL HATES FRANK AND THAT MAKES ME SO RELIEVED
-Michaela knew about Wes and Laurel, and that surprised me, but the scene was so cute 😭😭😭
-Bonnie and Frank are the worst people ever tbh, I want them to choke.
-LAUREL STARTING TO CRY WHEN K4 (fuck) CAME TO SEE HER UGH I CRIED BECAUSE SHE CRIED
-Connor was so fucking rude wtf, he literally told Laurel to get an abortion when she told them the baby was Wes’s
-I’m so happy about Asher punching Connor, his ugly ass deserved it, like can Connor please die???
-Michaela cares so much about Laurel, I love their friendship 😭❤
-STOP SHOWING WES’S BODY
-Laurel telling Frank he should’ve died instead, and telling him she loved Wes’s so much more than she ever loved his apologetic ass 🙌
-overall, it was a really fucking sad episode, but you should all watch it
the extremely unusual occasion that a run in with the FAHC results in
an arrest rather than an all out firefight an argument could be made
that the members of LSPD are even more displeased than the criminals
themselves. It’s not just that many feel the crew members don’t even
deserve the luxury of an arrest, think the world would be a better
place if they were shot on sight, but also the fact that the
interrogations themselves never go to plan. The possibility of being
the one who brings about the downfall of the FAHC sours in the face
of the intangible feeling that the arrest was intentional, that
getting one of the Fakes into an interrogation room is still somehow
playing into their plans.
Pattillo nor the elusive Brownman have ever made it to the station,
the few occasions which have come close getting cut short before they
get any further than the squad car. Pattillo is unerringly polite
even while effortlessly knocking out arresting officers, while
Brownman is utterly relaxed, putting up no resistance and complaining
loudly about losing the chance to sleep away the afternoon in custody
when his crewmates drag him free. Dooley, on the other hand, seems to
turn up at the station with alarming regularity; the FAHC’s newest
member wandering in for anything from paying off minor traffic
tickets to reporting petty crime. Its infuriating, the man exuding
nothing but appropriate respect and utter sincerity, and without any
evidence, without anything but street knowledge of his involvement,
they can do nothing but treat him like a regular citizen.
Ramsey is brought in he is calm, judgemental and obnoxiously sure of
himself. He proclaims his innocence, his ignorance, his life as a
simple businessman with just enough of a smirk to make it clear he is
laughing at them, never once even hinting at anything incriminating.
Interrogating the man is always a race against the clock; through
bail or legal intervention he’s out of their hands almost as soon as
they get him. Once, and only once, a detective tried to go the
unethical threatening route, claimed other members of the crew were
in unrecorded rooms having one-on-one sessions of their own, that if
Ramsey cared about them at all he would just confess and save them
all the trouble. It was months before they got all the blood off the
walls, and the mysterious failure of every camera in the interview
room had the station caught up in internal investigations while
Ramsey walked away scott free.
interviewing Ramsey is always too short to be satisfying, no
detective can be done with Jones fast enough. At first the fact that
he doesn’t shut up seems like gift, his rages an easy way to trip him
up, trick him into revealing information, but its not. Jones will
curse you out, run his mouth about the precinct, the cheif, your
mother, his own mother, and the competence levels of his crew but
he never says anything of use. Even when they wise up to his methods,
realise he is waiting out his time as efficiently as Ramsey in his
own way, there is still no directing him; his rants and rages as
genuine as they are frustrating.
observant would note that the vagabond was never once arrested before
the force gets a photo of his face, fuzzy and still obscured by
face-paint but finally mask-free. When he is brought in, silent and
looming but disturbingly amiable, the first thing they take is his
mask. Then promptly wish they could put it back on, piercing blue
eyes amused and unconcerned as the Vagabond’s smirk only twists his
face-paint into more grotesque obscurity. Despite staying utterly
silent, being securely chained the the table and making no aggressive
moves three separate detectives leave his interrogation room in a
near panic, two more refusing to even enter in the first place. Mask
or no mask there is no lawyer alive who could argue for the
Vagabond’s freedom, but a convenient explosion grants enough
distraction for the empty cuffs to be left neatly on the table, a box
full of contraband disappearing alongside the familiar black skull.
Free feels a lot like signing up to the crew’s personal watch list.
He doesn’t have the presence or deniability of Ramsey, doesn’t rage
like Jones or ooze threat like the Vagabond. Instead Free is all
smiles and winks and cheeky flirtation, derailing the interrogation
to ask questions of his own, from opinions on sea monkeys to the
statistical likelihood of extra-terrestrial life. For those
detectives who play along he will answer questions in turn, talking
fondly about the most dangerous criminals in the city, never actually
helpful but close enough that it almost feels like a victory. For
those who don’t, the detective’s who’s interrogations are aggressive
and underpinned by something nastier, Free’s demeanour doesn’t
change, but his careless questions do. He asks about their money
problems, their monthly AA meetings, the not-always-figurative
skeletons in their closets. He’ll ask, still smiling despite the
rising tension, about each of their family members by name.
i can’t believe my eyes right now…. that second letter he’s holding… with the bear sticker… I WROTE THAT ;~~~; i’m so happy my letter was chosen to be in the pic i really didn’t expect him to i just wanted to practice my korean and write some things i was too nervous to say at the fansign… it’s so weird to see him holding my letter i didn’t think it would get noticed cus i’m not very creative ;n; even though i knew SHINee get the gp letters there was still a part of me that thought he would never see it o<-<
This ugly bitch-ass emo twink wannabe went out of his way to tell me race wasn’t something to bring into this?? Like look here you waste of oxygen and meat, 34 young women of colour were fucking abducted, and there was no coverage that I’ve seen on my local news station about it, so there is a need to bring race into this, because you all know if it were 34 young white women, this would be blown up all over the place no matter what.