why was it hard to find clips for this


Yoo Youngjae’s Birthday Countdown - Day 3

C is for Confidence

jellyyyyybeannnnn  asked:

hey! your animations are AWESOME! I had a question if you don't mind answering! ^w^ what animation program do you recommend to beginners? are there any free ones to start out with? [i can't seem to find anything so I thought, why not ask you ;w;]

Thank you ^^!

hmm i know of a few which are also free, but i guess you should try them out and see which one works best for you :)!

There would be Krita 3.0, Pencil 2D, OpenToonz(which is … hard to use <<;;; but free) and maybe try the Toon Boom or Clip Studio Paint trial.

Though for every program you should get around looking for tutorials haha, some are rather easy if you have a quick technical understanding of things. But to fully use each, you wont come around the fact of researching :)!

oh my godddd i’m done for today lmao 

dreamt a kids’ show that had been going on for decades, and my quest to find clips from season twenty-four, where the new protagonist had a prosthetic hand and her familiar was a dragon (there was a new hero every season and they had a different familiar every time). familiars were usually just regular animals with long golden horns stuck to their heads but for her luck dragon they switched to a puppet after the alligator didn’t work out. every hero also got their own… jewelry? season 24 was an anklet. i bought a replica. i think it was canadian public access television and that’s why it was so hard to find.

Where We Belong (1/?)

What the heckity heck is a chapter ?????? you mean i have to write another one ???????????

Chirrut has many bruises lately. It’s not as though it’s an unfamiliar sensation; they’ve been fighters since they were children, sparring at the temple and using those skills to defend their home. But these are different, not well-earned in a fight. There’s no triumphant cheer to go with these, just grunts of frustration, and prayers, for his own strength, not for help. These marks, concentrated on elbows, shoulders, and shins, mostly, are to Chirrut evidence of failure, inability to adjust to living without his sight. Faith in the will of the Force has guided his entire life, and this should be no different. He is blind because it is as the Force wills, therefore he can bear it through faith in that Force. He keeps repeating it, to the elders who praise his bravery, to Baze who is too busy blaming himself to listen, and most of all, to himself. Now with every stumble, every hard clip against the wall, he’s forced to ask himself why he can’t do it. He wants to train, to get back to his usual duties. To find some sort of normal again, if not for himself then for Baze, who radiates his anguish and guilt and pity toward him so overwhelmingly that Chirrut can hardly stand to be near him some days. That feeling is far worse than the blindness.

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The grocery store nearest my home will not stock pizza flavored Goldfish crackers. I’m resigned to that fact. Today I see this insult: six columns of saltine (AKA “unflavored”) Goldfish crackers. Disgusting. Who even buys those?

Look at that other affront to my taste and sensibility: they have two sizes of cheddar Goldfish, regular and baby. Small things are choking hazards for children. Take a small, tasty cracker and make it even smaller? That’s messed up. For adults the baby Goldfish simply take longer to eat the same amount. Stupid.

If I owned that store there would be HUGE changes. Well mostly I would just make sure to sell pizza flavored Goldfish crackers. I might want to see some vintage candy like Adams Sour Gum and Seven Up candy bars on the shelves too. Truly unpalatable food like S’mores Pop Tarts, beets, and shrimp flavored ramen would disappear.

Before the grocery store I stopped at Jo-Ann Fabrics. Earlier in the week I bought a heated bib to wear under my motorcycle jacket. With the weather we’ve had this year I am wondering if I will use it all summer. It was second-hand but never used. A strap to hold it in place was missing but I saved a lot of money. At Jo-Ann I bought some nylon webbing and needed a way to fasten it to the bib.

Bob, asking employee: You know those things little kids have to keep from losing mittens? Small metal clips with an elastic band? One clip on the coat, one on a mitten?

Employee, smiling: Yep. They’re called mitten clips. Aisle 15.

I don’t know why I thought mitten clips would be rare or hard to find. Perhaps because I haven’t since them since I was six-years-old. Jo-Ann has a lot of interesting stuff. I spent some extra time looking around.



🔥: Smut

☁️: Fluff

🖤: Angst

☠: Violence and/or death



Tru  (coming soon)


The Pull ft Jimin: One Two Three Four Five (ongoing) ☁️ 🖤🔥: You had no idea what your connection was or even why you felt the tug at your heart every time you saw him. 

Strawberry Village  One☠ 🖤🔥: Escaping from your kidnappers isn’t the hard part. That part is almost too easy.


The Pull ft Jungkook (ongoing) 🖤☁️

Mini Series

Flower Petals  One ☁️ (ongoing) :*Inspired by that little clip of the acoustic version of Butterfly with Jin and Jimin*


Good Morning (coming soon)

Mirror (coming soon) 🔥


Why Should I Worry?  One (ongoing)🔥☠🖤☁️: “Will you help me find him?” he asked. There was only one answer you could give to the man you loved and Taehyung knew it before he even asked.

People Change (coming soon) 

Lone Wolf (coming soon)

Mini Series

Dark Chocolate  One Two(ongoing) 🔥☁️: Still, you couldn’t help but make weekly trips to the local candy shop and buy those tempting chocolate pretzels, just as you couldn’t help but buy a second bag for the man who could never be more than just a nighttime lover.  

Arsonist’s Lullaby (coming soon) 

Awake (coming soon)

 Coming soon

Why a flashback?

Many of us are Cophine trash after the two Cophine clips that appeared in this past week’s trailer and as clone club does, we’re theorizing about it. 

My question is… WHY A FLASHBACK?

Perhaps OB is just doing us a fan service and showing us a scene that we would enjoy, but I find it hard to believe that they would show us a flashback without a purpose? (other than to get us hot and bothered)

Why not just show something in the present? Why not focus on a love scene that happens as a “reunion” of sorts?

SOMETHING, between 1x10 and 02x01, HAD to have happened that either had to be, or is better shown. 

* Could it be something that was said or done that is now impacting Cophine at the present? This can either be a promise, a conversation, or secret that connects or impacts the plot somehow. 

*Perhaps it just leads up to a scene where they are laying in bed and notice something in Felix’s apartment? The sexy times before is just a good segway. 

*Maybe something really awful happens to Cosima or Delphine in S5, and as a fan service, the writers are giving us the love scene this couple deserves but it has to be a flashback? 

Some crazy theory I have is that Delphine actually contracts the disease (like a STD) after this certain exchange. My theory is way out there and conflicts with season 3 morals, but even if it’s low (3% chance) lesbians still transmit STDS. I think it could also be a good fanfic regardless lol. 

So, what do you guys think? 

I'm so aggravated

Why the fuck is it so damn hard to find a clip of the Japanese dub of TFA??????? Seriously I’m coming up NOTHING. NOT ONE DAMN THING.

I just want to hear the interrogation scene in the Japanese dub and I can’t find ANYTHING IM SO EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED RIGHT NOW

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Jimin hitman AU • i sort of have this thing for misunderstood jimin in this series.. is that bad haha? • inspired by @jiminmusings “tell me the truth series. (I sort of gave up on this halfway through because i didn’t want it to be too similar to the jungkook edit. sorry..)

BTS Suga X Reader Imagine

Note: Hiiii everyone firstly I want to thank every person who liked my last post, it was my first ever imagine and to see that many likes motivated me to write another one. Thankyou!!!! This is for my best friend who is Suga biased so I hope she, and every other horny ARMY enjoys it ;)

Rating: Mature. Read at your own risk.

~ Zinny


You stepped out of the bath tub with a single white towel wrapped around your clean body. Your fingers wiped away the dry mascara streaks from under your eyes when you had cried, heart broken, after seeing Min Yoongi being touched by that random girl. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend anyway, but you weren’t just friends either…so what exactly were you to him? 

You fucked every now and then but you knew more about him than anyone else, more than that girl ever could. You knew him since you were just kids and had grown up together, until one day you had sex by accident whilst you were both drunk however from that night you were addicted to each others body and fucked continuously for the fun and pleasure of it. When he was angry he would find you and when you were sad you would find him and you would both fix each other up again. That’s how you worked.  

The thought of her hands touching him made your blood boil in jealousy…why wasn’t that you? Why did you care? I don’t care, I don’t care at all you convinced yourself. You stepped out the bathroom and into your hotel room, pinning your hair up with a clip whilst searching for your pyjamas in a draw when you recognised a familiar scent behind you. Before you could turn around, lean arms were wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a hard chest, your eyes widened. Min Yoongi. 

“ Cute towel,” he whispered seductively into your ear, “ But I’d prefer it on the floor.”

You frowned and pushed him away from you, turning around to face him in nothing but a towel. “ Leave, now.” You commanded, trying to muster up all of your dignity. Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes and stepped towards you but you placed your hands on his chest to keep the distance. 

“ Have you been crying?” His fingers quickly tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes. The contact made your heart skip a beat but you shook your head: “ No, of course not. You should really leav-”

Suddenly your body was slammed into the wall and your wrists were pinned on it either side of your head by his hard grip, you gasped from the sudden impact. What was he doing?

Min yoongi lowered his eyes, studying your face and flipped his mint green hair out of his eyes: “ You’re really fucking bad at lying Y/N. Why have you been crying?” 

You looked away from him, ashamed, and he could already read your expression.

 “ Tell me…was it because I was with Nari?”

You violently shook your head, assuming that Nari was the random girl who was touching him.

 “ It’s nothing, leave…or else.” You threatened, looking at him hard in the eyes. 

He didn’t move. Instead, he smirked and tilted his head to the side at your annoyance. His eyes glinted with a wicked thought.

“ Leave where, baby?” He grinned, his cold lips attached to your wet skin.

“ Here?” 

You squirmed under his grip which tightened around your wrists when you moved,  I can’t let him You thought, Not again.

His lips lightly traced up your neck, brushing softly against your hot skin. “ Or here?” He whispered into your ear. 

You bit your lip to hold back a whine, your heart was beating outrageously fast and your cheeks were blazing hot. 

“ I want you to leave Min Yoongi.” You had to practically force the words out, knowing deep down that you didn’t want him to. And he knew that.

“ Is that what you want babe?” He released your left wrist and tauntingly slid his hand down your waist, hidden beneath the fabric which he wanted to tear off, grab you and fuck you mindlessly against the wall. 

“ Or is this what you want?” He taunted, his teeth biting into your skin, sucking hard with his lips whilst his warm tongue flicked out and twirled around the wet patch. 

You gasped from the sudden contact as his left hand daringly hiked your towel up your thigh so his fingers could trace patterns on your skin.

“ I-” You swore as he sucked harder, grazing his teeth into your wet skin.

“ You what? You want me to leave babe? Is that it?” He growled lowly into your skin sending electric vibrations through your body.

  No Min Yoongi, I want you, I want you so fucking bad it hurts.

“ Please Oppa,” You whimpered as his finger nails pierced into your upper thigh.

 He grinned into your skin and continued sucking.

“ Please what? Tell me to leave Y/N and i’ll leave.” You didn’t want him to though. 

He stopped assaulting your neck with his lips and locked his black pearl eyes with yours, searching for an answer but all he could see was pure lust and need.

“ Say the words and i’ll be gone.” He breathed quietly, already knowing the answer. 

Fuck Min Yoongi, you thought angrily to yourself, why is he shaking up my heart so much? Why can’t I hate him? 

You were a total sap for him as he was for you, that’s why.

“ Say them babe, say the words.” You shook your head and pressed your hand against his chest, sighing in defeat.

“ I want you to fuck me, hard and fast, and then forget, not mention a single word about it tomorrow, that’s what I want Oppa. Happy now?” You blurted out to him. Min Yoongi’s eyes darkened and he let go of your other wrist.

“ Very, now jump.” He ordered and you complied, coiling your bare legs around his waist. He dropped you onto the white bed sheets and crawled on top of your trembling body, his hands tugging the towel. 

God, how he wanted to just rip it off to reveal your sexy body to his hungry eyes.

He bought his cold lips to your hot ones, pressing them hard and you responded, teasingly biting his lip with your teeth as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring it. Your hands trailed down to the bottom of his black t shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing his perfectly toned chest to your greedy eyes. 

He knelt up and undid his skinny jeans, the clanking sound of his belt hitting the floor making you squeeze your thighs shut as memories of him spanking you last month flashed naughtily through your mind. 

Min Yoongi placed both hands on your waist and you bent your legs up so he lay in between them, grinding onto your pelvis. He rocked his crotch against the fabric of your towel, jerking his hips forward to tease you. You whined, wanting to slap him for killing you like this, which only made him grind harder onto you. By now you were soaking wet and you tried to shut your thighs but he held them apart, wide, with his hands and you moaned in desperation for him to fuck you.

His cock was growing hard from the vision of you moaning under his touch and his hands seductively rolled your towel up to your waist, revealing your wetness to him. 

His eyes feasted on the sight and he pressed his wet lips to your inner thigh, leaving butterfly kisses on your skin until he met your centre. His tongue darted out and stroked your wet clit, slowly, and you tried to shut your legs but he only pushed them apart farther so that you were fully exposed to him. 

“ I love how you’re always so wet for me, you want me to fuck you hard yeah?” He pushed his hot tongue deep into your clit and you mewled, struggling under his contact. 

“ I can’t fuck you now Princess, not yet, not until you’re begging for my cock.” He said, bringing his tongue back then flicking it back onto your clit, rolling it up and down your soaking wet centre then stopping and rotating it in a circular motion around the wetness. You gasped loudly, opening your eyes to see his head between your legs, pushing his tongue deeper into your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore and latched your fingers into his mint green hair, pulling hard at the strands.

 He groaned and pulled away, inserting a slender finger into your dripping wet clit then pumping in and out, in and out. 

“ Oppa please, fuck me, I can’t handle this.” You groaned as he slowly pumped his finger in, keeping his eyes on your face. The view of you, damp hair messily sprawled out around the mattress, whimpering from his contact made his cock grow hard each second, 

 He shook his head and entered a second finger in, pumping hard and fast, Shit, it felt so fucking good.

“ Say my name baby, say it.” He commanded, moving his fingers in and out faster until you felt your walls start to tighten around them. 

You cried out his name and he felt his cock grow completely hard from the moaning mess that lay before him.

Without a second of hesitation, he tore your towel off and threw it carelessly onto the floor, drinking in your exposed body. He removed his fingers and placed them to your lips, wildness and excitement evident in his dark eyes.

“ Suck.” He demanded, you obeyed, not thinking straight as your mind was clouded with steaming hot lust and sex. 

You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked hard, Min Yoongi instantly wanted to fuck you. 

He tossed his boxers away and placed a condom on his large length, not wanting to waste any more time.

He grabbed you and placed you onto his lap, lifting you by the waist above his awaiting cock. 

“ I’m going to fuck you, hard and fast,” He said, his eyes studying every feature on your face. “ I want you to scream my name.”

“ And what if everyone in the hotel hears?” You breathed hotly into his ear. He shivered at your deep sexy voice.

“ Let’s be real babe, when have we ever given a single fuck about people hearing us?” He chuckled lowly and you laughed along with him.

“ Never.” And with that he slammed his hard cock into your core. 

You cried out from the hardness of it and instantly grabbed his hair with one hand whilst your other held onto his back, your finger nails digging into his skin leaving deep red marks. He loved them though, they were a reminder of you. 

He thrust his cock into you, with his fingers piercing into your waist, sure to leave new purple bruises, he pounded his cock senselessly into your wet core, groaning as you gasped his name and contracted, rocking your ass harder against his pulsing cock. Your finger nails punctured marks into his back as he bounced you up and down on his cock, his lips leaving sloppy wet kisses against your burning skin. 

The only thing that could be heard was the slapping noises of his sweaty skin against yours echoing from the four walls of your room. He jerked his cock faster into you, fucking you hard as you cried out his name, desperately clawing at his back to stop yourself from collapsing.

 You were both in heaven from the delight of the contact between your skin but the pure ecstasy and numbness in both of your minds created a fusion of both heaven and hell, and you fucking loved it.

“ You like this baby, you like my cock fucking you hard don’t you?” He growled into your ear, biting into your skin to stamp deep love bites into your collarbone.

 You moaned a “ Yes Oppa.” and he bounced you on his cock faster, feeling your walls tighten around him.

“ i-Im about to come Oppa, please fuck me harder.” You choked on air as you rotated your hips, he groaned at this.

“ You’re so damn tight Y/N, come for me.” He panted,burning hot beads of sweat dripping down his face as his skin slapped against yours, fucking you harder. 

After a few thrusts you came and he lifted you off his cock, you thinking that it was the end but Min Yoongi hadn’t finished with you yet. Min Yoongi wanted more, he needed more.

“ Get on all fours,” He directed, your eyes widened but his expression was hard and dark. 

You gulped, he was going to fuck you hard, for real this time. He was going to do a fast Min Yoongi fuck on you.

“ You thought that was it huh?” He smirked and wrapped his hand around your damp hair, twisting it into a pony tail. “ I’m not done yet baby, i’m not going to let you go that easily.” He pressed a delicate kiss against your shoulder blade before lining his throbbing length against your dripping wet clit.

“ Ready?” He asked.

“ Always.”

with his right hand holding your hip and his left wrapped around your hair, he hammered his cock into your centre, releasing a loud cry from your lips.

“ Fuck!” You cursed and he fucked you harder for it, yanking your head back to increase the hardness. You felt a sharp burn in your centre and you hissed, enjoying the pain and cherishing the sinful pleasure that washed through your hot body. Push, Push Push, In out In out, thrust thrust, harder and harder he drilled his cock ruthlessly into your seeping wet clit, earning his name to be called out repeatedly from your dirty lips.

Harder?” He gasped as your fingers gripped the white bed sheets, a stream of sweat trickling down your temple.

Harder Oppa, fuck me hard.” The wicked words escaped your swollen pink lips and he complied, pitilessly driving his large length deep through your walls until you screamed and swore, crying his name out until you felt like your arms were going to give away and collapse.

“ Shit i’m about to come babe.” Min Yoongi hissed as your arms gave up on you and your face was pushed into the mattress, he continued roughly fucking you with every ounce of force and drive left in his body until he came undone, spilling himself into the condom then throwing it into the bin.

You both collapsed onto the pillows, completely out of breath, panting and drenched in sweat from head to toe. What a waste of a shower, you thought.

Suddenly you both burst out laughing, you didn’t know why but you did, maybe it was just because you were both fucking crazy as each other but you laughed and laid tangled in the blankets. 

Min Yoongi grabbed your weak body and pulled it into his chest, your hand resting on his beating heart and you realised that his heart was beating as fast as yours was. You looked up at him and analysed every feature of his face and without thinking, you kissed him on the lips. 

He looked down at you in his arms and raised a questionable eyebrow.

“ What was that for?” His voice was husky and low.

You blushed and traced patterns on his chest. “ I’m not sure.” Was your reply.

Min Yoongi stared at you for a minute, taking in how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to be near you. His fingers glided over the love bites along your collar bone and neck and he smiled. 

Secretly he had always loved you, even when you were “ just friends.” he loved you with his whole soul and to see you crying, it completely tore him apart. You weren’t just a good fuck, you were his everything and you completed him.

He paused, “ You’re cute babe.”

 You looked up at him and a small smile played on his lips.

“ Oppa?” You whispered as he looked at the ceiling with one arm coiled around your waist and the other crossed behind his head.

“ Yeah?”

“ Do you like her… that girl Nira, I mean.” You asked, watching his face. He didn’t move and stayed silent for a moment.

“ No.” Was his reply.

“ Then why would you touch her if you didn’t like her?” The question fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

He drew in a breath and thought for a moment, not wanting to tell you the truth that it was to make you jealous. You were the only girl that ran through his mind and to see you jealous gave him the small piece of satisfaction that you might love him too.

“ I’m not sure.” Was his reply.

You weren’t impressed with his answer but brushed it off, burying your head into his chest, he switched the lamp off and you were immersed in pitch black darkness.

“ But all I know is that she wasn’t you Y/N, just know that I love you okay?” He whispered quietly and pressed a soft kiss on your temple. But you were already asleep.

Fic: Reflection

Title: Reflection
Fandom: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, the Scorpion King
Rating: PG-13
Summary: On a bright, cool morning, after Charms but before Potions, Scorpius met the Scorpion King for the first time.
Warnings: mild violence and peril
Word Count: 4157
Notes: love to @danascullys and @pazithigallifreya for betaing.

This is a birthday gift for @torestoreamends <3 It was inspired by THIS STUNNING ART by @arbutus-blossoms.  In the meantime, have the gorgeous banner she created for the fic:

On a bright, cool morning, after Charms but before Potions, Scorpius met the Scorpion King for the first time. He was late, having been distracted by his attempts to perfect the Frost Charm they’d just been taught. A sprinkle of tiny, sparkling snowflakes floated from the tip of his wand. He caught one on his fingertip–a prickle of ice–and watched it melt, so transfixed that Brodie McLaggen took him completely by surprise. McLaggen grabbed Scorpius by the throat and trapped him against the wall. Scorpius’s wand clattered to the floor.

‘Your dad’s scum, Malfoy. Once a Death Eater always a Death Eater.’

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Okay!! So this is the start of my video edit series!! I hope you all enjoy watching these as much as I enjoyed making these!!

This one was actually the one that took the longest lol, Idk why, but it was really hard to find clips for it…

Please anticipate tomorrow’s post!



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She was weirdly lovely, even though she had unevenly clipped her dark hair all over her head and wore a shirt she’d attacked with a roto-tiller. Or perhaps because of these things. When had she gotten so pretty and so grown-up? Without getting any taller?

You’ll be my number one

Title: You’ll be my number one

Word Count: 3996

Characters: Dean x Reader | What’s your number AU

Request:  hello love, I saw “What’s your number” two days ago and since you started your AU week how about a dean x reader au based on this movie? :D I’d love you for that - thank you <3

A/N: this is the longest thing I’ve ever written omg and I never thought I’d be able to write about 4000 Words in english what. Also this is part one of my AU week! You can still send in requests 

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“Hey Sammy did you knew that the average woman has sex with 10,5 people?”, Dean walked into the livingroom with an open magazine in his hands. His finger was pointing at one of those articles and Sam couldn’t help but laugh when he saw what kind of stuff Dean was reading in his free time.

“You are reading a woman magazine Dean?”, he asked his older brother and closed the laptop where he had been doing research for the past thirty minutes. Or had it been for the past hour?

“That was the only thing I didn’t read yet Sam! The gas station down the road only has four different magazines and I already own the one with the hot naked- ”

Sam cut him off by holding up his hands in a repulsive way. “I got it Dean. I got it. No further explanations needed. So what was about that 10,5 sex partners?”

“I already had sex with 19 women Sam!”, Dean said with a horrified look on his face. He walked over to his younger brother and showed him the articel. “It says that when you sleep with more than twenty different people you’ll never be able to find the ‘one’ and will be unhappy for the rest of your life and-”

“Dean!”, Sam interrupted his brother again. “Can you please stop talking for a second? You are not a woman, at least not as far as I know and besides, you definitely slept with more than nineteen people Dean. Not that I counted but seriously, with all that one night things?” Sam took the magazine from Dean and threw it into the bin that was standind next to the table where he was sitting at.

“Well I can remember nineteen Names Sam. And if I can’t remember the name than it doesn’t count right? It’s like it never happened.” Sam let out a deep groan and turned back to his laptop. He could be doing something producitive, something useful for the next hunt but instead he was talking to his older brother about sex. God!

“Stop acting like this isn’t important Sam! I am talking to you”, Dean reached for the magazine in the bin. “This is about my future. About what my life is about to become!”

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The Many Mates of Mallory the Magnificent

Today in the shower, I puzzled out a few more excuses for why I find Peggy/Angie so much harder to write than Steve/Bucky.

According to that movie clip in the museum, Peggy eventually marries a guy from the 107th. Whether or not they stay married ‘til death parts them is not explicitly said. A lot of speculation is made that Daniel Sousa is that guy, or maybe Jack Thompson, and I’m hoping neither is correct, as I hate both of them. Gabe Jones would be amazing, but seeing as how the 107th was mentioned specifically and Morita and Jones being from other regiments is historically more likely, it’s hard to hope.

Here’s what I really want: Peggy to be married more than once. Not just once to a man and once to Angie, either, but maybe three times, maybe four. I want Peggy to be unsinkable. I want her relationships to be full of passion and fervor, and I want them to collapse without refrigerators. I want at least one, if not two divorces, and not because Peggy was secretly in love with Angie and Steve over everybody else and never got over them, no, but because Peggy, in the era in which she is living her adult life, is considered by many to be a difficult woman, living a high stress, high danger life, with ambition in her fucking bones, and even all the love in the world can’t always handle that.

I don’t want Angie to wait for her, either.

I love the story someone (remind me who so I can credit) came up with of Angie as a B movie goddess, panned by critics but adored by fans for her brilliance, for her genius, for her ability to take even the most genre-heavy script and make it sing. I want her to be the go to actress when someone is writing the MCU’s equivalent of James Bond with a low budget and a lady spy, or casting their Nurse Chapel or Yeoman Rand. I want her to be perfect for television dramas, with her long legs, perfect hair, starlet blue eyes.

I do not want them to have an extramarital affair.

I want them to have an on again, off again romance, where Angie is Peggy’s secret cheerleader, the sympathetic friend who understands Peggy in a way that her husbands can’t because patriarchy.

Angie maybe gets married a dozen times, or maybe doesn’t get married at all, but barely takes a dent from it because all of her exes speak of her with so much fondness, while she barely speaks of them at all, just laughing behind her hand and her giant, glamorous sunglasses.

“Well, that didn’t work out,” she says, shrugging, flashing her brilliant smile behind her trademark pink lipstick. “They don’t always. Lucky for me I have a good girlfriend, she keeps me on the level.”

After every divorce, though, one of them goes to visit the other for the first week, and there’s a lot of hugging and hair brushing and sweetness, and if they’re both single at the same time, it’s a hell of a lot less chaste than it is if they’re not. Not because they’re committed to monoamory for morality’s sake, but because they discussed it and tried it and polyfidelity isn’t really their style.

In 2010, in a private ceremony, Angie Martinelli and Peggy Carter quietly sign their marriage contract in Washington, DC, and then a year later in New York, because it was important to Angie to do it again in the place where they met, and Peggy thought it was sweet, and they don’t want there to be any chance of Angie not getting Peggy’s health benefits, or Angie not getting visitations when Peggy eventually has to go into long term care.

In 2016, Angie Martinelli-Carter, wearing three inch heels because her arthritis doesn’t quite let her get up to six anymore, smiles at Steve Rogers at Peggy’s wake, and quietly squeezes his hand, reassuring him sotto voce that it wasn’t at The Stork, and it wasn’t with him, but it ain’t like English never danced again, either, and he should, too. Maybe with one of those handsome fellas who keep following him around through all his adventures. “That’s legal now, y’know,” she says, smiling wryly, showing him her wedding band, which she wears around her neck on a chain because, again, arthritis.

What I want from their romantic story is just really fuckin’ different, and it’s hard to capture all of that with my writing style, at least at this point.

(Title of this post comes from a story-within-a-story in my original fiction, the favorite story of one of my deuteragonists because she’s a serial monogamist and widely considered by her friends and family to be unlucky in love.)