so proud of myself I actually put some effort 😂 I used the timer camera thingy to take a hopefully solid pic. this is the first booty pic I posted of me that actually looks tumblr worthy fuck ya bitchhhhes 💁🏻💁🏻💁🏻💁🏻
bismuth is the biggest fountain of wasted potential in all of su.
she’s a viewpoint on the war who isn’t caught up in idolising and mourning rose quartz. even in just the special she had, she told us so much about rose that pearl, garnet etc had just never said. imagine how different steven’s character arc could have been if he’d had bismuth there to talk to about this stuff.
her design. like, that is honestly one of the most unique character designs on tv right now. freaking RAINBOW DREADLOCKS! that’s just so cool.
bismuth meeting peridot and lapis. i mean bismuth and lapis is HUGE because of how lapis got poofed, and then the shared experience of being trapped for 6000 years by people you trusted. on the flip side, bismuth and peridot are fellow tech-orientated rebels, imagine what they could get up to together!
(”wait. you called yellow diamond WHAT?” “a clod.” “to her face?!” “well, over the official diamond communication line…” “you used the official diamond line?! peridot, listen, that is one of the coolest things i have ever heard.” “i know, i’m pretty great.”)
bismuth and amethyst! bismuth is so huge on the “you can be anyone you want to be” thing, and you can see how that would affect amethyst. like, look at what happened in the special - bismuth didn’t even question amethyst’s size, she just said that it was nice to have another quartz around and was impressed by amethyst’s whip. there is so much potential for such a great friendship to be struck up there.
(like. if we’re not going to go the ame/dot route, thanks zuke, then amethyst/bismuth? hello? it’s right there?)
FUSIONS. give me a caring, thoughtful and powerful garnet/bismuth. give me an elegant engineer pearl/bismuth. give me a flexible, scrappy amethyst/bismuth. give me a conflicted but ultimately heroic steven/bismuth. give me a total macgyver level genius peridot/bismuth. lapis/bismuth we can probably skip though. maybe in a few hundred years when lapis is feeling better, but maybe never.
bismuth meets connie. they both think the other is awesome. bismuth makes connie her own sword. connie is so happy. she introduces bismuth to the fantasy and sci-fi genres in return.
(”that’s ridiculous! he’s a dog AND a copter, you can’t ask him to just be one!” “i know! the military-industrial complex is so corrupt, using individuals as pawns in the pursuit of endlessly escalating conflict without a thought for the effects on those people!” “EXACTLY! connie, you’re saying what we’re all thinking!”)
bismuth and greg would be… interesting. i’m not sure i have the words for it rn? but yeah. really interesting.
bismuth and the corrupted gems, oh my god! how would she feel, seeing her friends and foes alike turned into mindless monsters, knowing that for thousands of years the cgs have been trying to save them to no avail?
bismuth vs jasper. the two big buff warrior ladies duking it out for what they believe in, becoming worthy opponents.
Okay no, that was
dangerous phrasing, he was not dying – not anymore at least – and
those kind of thoughts should be shoved into the scarce parts of his
brain that didn’t work. But he was absolutely, pissing tired.
of at least 72 hours of no sleep and bare minimum of food was
starting to be a bad idea (somewhere in the back of his mind he heard
a voice – ‘Starting to?’ – which
sounded suspiciously like Pepper) and
Tony was hit with the friendly reminder that he was very
much human and on the wrong
side of forty.
few steps to the left, boss. That’s a wall, not the kitchen. To the
right. That’s a painting.”
Thanks, Fri. He
would’ve said it aloud, but blurry edges on his sight combined with
a notoriously LSD-like color burst, dizziness and muffled hearing kind of hindered his ability to speak at the moment. Coffee.
God I need coffee, bowls of it – no, bathtubs of it.
Friday’s aid, Tony stumbled into the common area and headed for the
kitchen. He vaguely registered some murmur, indicating some of his
team – yeah right, team
– was present. Probably catching up with dear
ol’ God of Thunder, who had finally decided to show up for the
fiasco that was Civil War and its aftermath, and Banner. Who Tony
still had yet to talk to, but felt as if he would only turn another
team – ha, team –
member against him.
know, for trying to do things right and failing. Again.
Stark! That’s the rice cooker. The coffee maker is to the left!”
voice sounded a little less farther away than the others, but still
muffled. Tony guessed he was on his favorite bar stool wearing the
Spider-Man mask. Not unusual, his identity was a secret to everyone
but him of all the Avengers. Wonder how Captain Freezerburn
would react if he knew he had fought a 15 year old kid,
Tony thought, even though he himself was still wary of Peter’s
contribution to the superhero troop.
you, kid,” he mumbled in response, because despite everything, this
spider kid was the one good thing in his life. He still didn’t know
how the fuck that worked out, but.
moved, barely catching Peter’s, “Oh careful, that’s—!” as
he took in the splotchy eye-to-brain input of something square and
metallic, picked it up and placed it out of the way – were he less
zombie-like he’d have heard the heavy tinny sound it made – and
made it to the coffee machine. He couldn’t help the noise of
triumph when he managed to punch the right button and the mug filled
halfway, dripping coffee everywhere in his haste to bring it to his
sweet coffee. He could actually
feel the world shift around him now that he had the power of
that’s the stuff, thanks kiddo. By the way, what the hell are you
doing here? Don’t you have school? Are you skipping school again? I
vividly recall us having this talk, Web-head,”
he said, blinking the
world back into clear sight. “Or do I have to call Aunt—what? Do
I have something on my face?”
eyes – well, the animated specs on his mask – were wide in a
gobsmacked expression, mouth clearly open behind the mask. Was he
impressed by the coffee? Kid was pretty excitable and Tony just
downed the whole mug in one go.
the others in the room were openly staring at him too, most of them
with a similar expression of astonishment, and they’d seen him do
that twice in a row, so that made no sense. He felt exposed for some
reason, uneasy at the now acknowledged presence of Team Cap, Natasha
and Thor in the room.
What did I do now?
Barton’s plate of pancakes went tumbling to the floor, shattering
into pieces right next to Barnes, but the ex-assassin didn’t even
flinch, eyes glued to Tony like he had just discovered the secret
behind the creation of their universe on his face.
“Tony…?” Rogers breathed, but Tony obviously wasn’t going to
look, not at him, so he just turned to Peter with his
best what-the-fuck face.
At clear loss for words, he pointed at his left hand. What? Tony
hadn’t even realized he was holding something there. Frowning, he
Mjölnir. Tony had picked up Thor’s hammer. To move it aside. For
coffee. Like it was nothing.