While searching for Bucky after the fall of SHIELD, Steve and Sam stumble on something - someone - else.
Trying to deal with one traumatized, possibly ex-supervillain houseguest is a big enough challenge on its own. But no one ever said Steve’s life was easy. Or uncomplicated.
So I was going back and forth about whether to start posting a new unfinished WIP (other than Life in Reverse) and finally came down on the side of yes, because I have a large chunk of this one already written (two chapters finished and a third in progress) so, you know, why not. This fic has been in the works for a while, floating around and slowly in progress, but now that I’m posting it that means it’ll get bumped up to front burner status. (This does not, to be clear, mean that anything else is going to stop updating. I am perfectly capable of working on six things at once, and frequently do.)
This fic is one of those “self-indulgent” things that I write so often, smashing together a bunch of stuff that I love, including “beating up characters for fun and profit”, “weird friendships”, and “Steve and Loki interacting in literally every AU I write.” It’s set post-Winter Soldier in an AU that will become clear very quickly. At the moment I have no plans for it to go anywhere other than gen, but plans change and I am an incorrigible Steve/Loki shipper at heart, so you never know. This first chapter, for fair warning, has a lot of somewhat graphic description of the aftermath of fairly severe torture, so be warned about that. After this chapter that turns down somewhat.
Does anyone else pace themselves when it comes to Old Hollywood?
I’m so conscious of the fact that there are only so many films of my favourite actors that I try to space it out. Like I’m a huge Buster Keaton fan, but there are still a few of his shorts and one of his features I haven’t seen because then I’ll never be able to watch a new Buster Keaton film, you know?
The guy’s like one of those elitist entitled nerds who looks down on people who are always accusing other “fans” of being posers or not understanding the source material and condescendingly accusing someone who would KNOW BETTER THAN HIM of not understanding what it means to be a part of a culture that he himself is not a part of.
uuuuh drunk weird relationship blogging time.. . oh god i want a girlfriend or significant other who is anything but a cishet guy i really would like a bona fide relationship and hooking iup with ironic hipstery musician guys however cute they are has done me nothing i get along with them fine but they do nothing for me
“ I am a Blackbeak,” Manon rasped, blood choking her words. Her grandmother took a step, smiling as she crooned, “You are a Crochan. The last of their royal bloodline with the death of your sister at your own hand. You are a Crochan Queen. ”