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bronx-bomber87 · 10 months

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Good Morning! Super excited for these next set of eps to review.

We’ve reached the iconic and pivotal DOD eps. I’m nervously excited to review these. I want to do them justice. They are momentous for not just Chenford but the entire series. Rosalind Dyer is one of my fav recurring baddies. I loved Annie from Castle as well. Was psyched she would be joining The Rookie. This was a rare one where I got to use all the gifs I wanted to. Yay. Kid in a Chenford candy store haha Thank you to all the wonderful gif makers out there. You are the real MVP's. Let’s get this started :)

2x10 The Dark Side

We start with Lucy and the guys out for a post work drink. Armstrong is there as well. They’re talking about Jackson dating a celebrity. Asking how that is? Lucy says they’re happy if he’s happy. Nick calls her bluff and says ‘Liar.’ LMAO Lucy cracks and says men suck ha They sure can. That the single men in LA suck. That whenever they find out she’s a cop they freak out. (To touch on not dating a cop bit. It is only a mistake when it’s not Tim. Let’s be real.) Especially while she's still a rookie just not a good idea (cough Nolan cough) He was never a good decision though....not even a little bit. I'll die on that hill haha

Armstrong joins the convo and comes in with some solid advice. ‘Those aren’t men they’re boys. Real men are not afraid of a strong woman.’ Your real man just isn’t ready yet my dear. Nor are you. I really love this scene though. I enjoyed Nick a lot as a character. Poor Lucy she goes on her 'Sister Officer Lucy Chen' rant ha Classic. Oh the irony of this convo. In S5 she definitely isn't in a nunnery anymore heh. That is quite awhile away from this point though. Have to note how pretty she looks in this scene. Her outfit is simple but she looks stunning.

Lucy leaves the table to get another round. That’s when Lucy runs into Caleb….really unfortunate that’s his name. That’s my BIL's name haha He seems normal enough with his flirting with Lucy. Both of them being ignored for another drink by the bartender. He's making her laugh and appearing nice and kind. Ugh run Lucy run…Their moment gets interrupted by Lucy noticing a guy stealing tips. She walks away from the convo and apologizes. End ups arresting the thief. The way she takes him down is bad ass I have to say. (Tim would be proud) Says 'Surprise I’m a cop’ haha

Roll call comes around and they find out about Rosalind Dyer. A rare unicorn in their world. A female serial killer. She’s agreed to show them the 3 bodies that were never found. In exchange she gets life with no parole instead of the death penalty. Everyone’s day is now centered around this. Tim and Lucy discuss her past murders. Lucy telling Tim she was in college when they found the first victims.

That it was all anyone could talk about, wondering how a woman could be so barbaric? Tim shares his own story about it. How he worked a scene for the 4th victim. That he was advised not to look at the body. How he wish he hadn’t… The hindsight of watching this scene unfold right before they run into Caleb. It’s bone chilling to think about. Their convo being framed around this before he shows up.

Caleb shows up and Tim is immediately suspicious and does not like this guy. His face has me rolling the entire time. Gives Caleb a hard time about the word 'Perp'. His facial expressions I can not LOL Now part of this reaction is his cop gut. I truly believe that. Not trusting whoever this guy is for Lucy. His default is suspicion. The fierce protector coming out to play in this scene.

I think the rest of his reaction is him just not liking this guy being interested in Lucy. Jealously thy name is Timothy Bradford. Its seeping out of him and he can't stop himself. He's completely forgotten he's dating one of her closest friends in this moment. Written all over his face how territorial he’s being right now. I always love me some protective/jealous Tim. This scene and honestly this entire episode is full of that.

Lucy’s face is screaming ‘chill out’ the entire interaction. She's basically scolding him with her eyes above. They have a mini silent conversation with their eyes before the scene continues. If that isn't the most married look they've had so far. I love it so much. He definitely looks reprimanded in that second gif above. Tim is as transparent as person can be in this scene. Not even trying to hide it a little bit. Caleb has shown up and Tim's guard and protective nature are out in full force. Doesn't like this guy just showing up and sniffing around at all.

Caleb is clearly nervous around Tim (as he should be..) It's too funny he keeps trying regardless to talk to Lucy. Tim deftly snags the paper out of the air. She didn't have a chance of grabbing it. Caleb has to sense how much Tim doesn't want him here. He could not be less welcoming of this man. Tim reads the paper and he asks if Caleb has a last name LOL He says Wright. The irony of that last name...

I doubt our boy even knows why he’s reacting this way to Caleb. Only that he is and very strongly at that. All his feelings when it comes to Lucy are muddled and confusing for him. Yet he acts on them anyway. From the moment this guy showed up the green eyed monster was present. Tim continues to grill him. He asks what he does for a living? Says if it’s a screenwriter he’s going in a cell. He really hates screenwriters haha A theme through out the show for him.

Eric’s facial expressions during this entire scene truly is perfection. Look at the way he looks at Caleb as he leaves. If looks could kill he would be a dead man. Also you can see the mask on Caleb drop when he turns away from them (shudder). The immense distrust written all over Tim's rigid body language. You'd have to be blind not to see it. Both of their faces above are a summary of the entire scene. Lucy is happy to have caught the eye of a 'decent' guy. Tim doesn't trust this guy as far as he can throw him.

Tim doesn’t even think he’s done anything wrong till he turns around and sees her face. Kudos to Melissa for the great reaction. He says 'What?' All innocent like he didn't just drag that guy through the mud. Treat him like a criminal they deal with on the daily. She is so affronted and honestly confused as hell with his reaction. Her face basically saying 'What the hell was that?'

From the moment Caleb shows up to the moment he leaves Tim is NOT pleased with his presence. Lucy is truly confused as to why he is acting this way. She can’t put together why he was trying to kill that entire interaction. We all know Lucy included (deep down) this was jealously thorough and through. But she chalks it up to him being stressed about how crazy everything is right now. Sure that’s it Lucy…She demands the paper back with just her face and outreached hand. Tim is shocked she wants the number of this doofus. He relents and unwillingly hands it back to her. Almost rolling his eyes as he does so.

They’re driving in a caravan to the first burial site. Lucy is looking at Calebs online profile in the car. Tim snaps at her to focus. That this is going to be most dangerous day she’s ever going to spend on the job. Oh the weight of that comment when you know these eps….They both have no idea how true that’s going to be. Might seem like he’s mad when really he’s protecting her by getting her to focus. It’s his way of doing it. I also think it's a little frustration bleeding over from the whole Caleb thing. Not that he's going to put that together right now. Hell doesn't even realize how territorial and jealous he just was.

We rejoin Tim and Lucy once they arrive at the first spot. They're talking about Rosalind during this 'Hike' to find the remaining bodies. Tim asks if she’s less scary in the light of day? Lucy tells him no…but mentions how smart she must be. To have gotten away with this for so long undetected. Lucy smartly mentions there’s a play here they’re not seeing.

Tim tells her it’s just to jerk them around. Oh my love it is far more than that. Lucy is so sharp to observe this hike has to be more than just her deal. She is proven right when they find a fresher body in one of the grave sites with the old one. It’s obvious she has a partner on the outside they just don’t know who…

Lucy is looking at Caleb’s “profile” again. Watching a video of him with a puppy. Jealous/Protective Tim makes his next appearance. Could not be more obvious if he tried. Not a fan of her being enamored by this guy. He makes a snide remark saying I bet that’s not even his puppy. It’s scary how spot on he was with Caleb the entire time. It’s mainly from jealously and being protective of her, but it’s frightening how dead on his cop gut was. He turned out to right about everything with him.

Lucy naturally gives him push back and says she just wants to enjoy a cute puppy. That it’s been an awful day. Can't she just do that? Jealous Tim won't agree with her. So he is a little shit and says 'This your first decomp right? ' Watching her face go from happy to grossed out LOL Oh Tim. He knows how bad this smell is going to be for her and is enjoying it haha The way she follows after him is too funny. Melissa is also amazing at expressing so much as well.

The eerie part of this scene is it’s them being the ones to discover the DOD tattoo… There are so many forewarnings in this episode for her. For them. Literally smacking us in the face with them. That could’ve been her if things had gone wrong... Ugh my heart. They find out the newer victim was suffocated…What an awful way to die. I’m asthmatic and it gives me a pre-asthma attack just thinking about it.

A light hearted part of this scene is once again the lack of personal space. Ah personal space. They don't know her and never will. We're all ok with this notion. Nolan ends up getting Rosalind to lead them to the second site. They find a new body in it with a DOD Tattoo. The freshest one yet. They realize it’s every three months. That 12/09/19 is the the next DOD. John notes it’s 12/08 they have a day to find the next victim.

Tim and Lucy join Armstrong at the jail to search Rosalind cell once again. Trying to find some connection. A way her and this person have been communicating. Nick asks where her books are and they say they sent them back. He asks for every book she's read in the last 6 months.

They’re searching all the books and of course Lucy is the one to crack the code. I love it. Finds something in the binding. Its a coded piece of paper. She figures out the cypher fairly quickly. You know Tim loves how damn smart she is. He’s impressed. She figures out a name from the code. My girl. Bryan Coleman. Funny that doesn’t sound like Caleb Wright….

Harper and Nolan end up saving the next girl. They find out he’s been using the old abandoned zoo as his staging ground. What kills me is them saving her condemns Lucy. They stopped him from scratching that sick itch. Grey tells them all to go home and rest. Lucy spins around and tells Tim she’s just going to go home and crash.

Tim tells her that’s a mistake and gives her the advice that will haunt him in the next episode. Hell for quite awhile if I’m being honest. He will carry this moment with him for a long time. Says after a hardcore assignment she needs to blow off some steam. Find a way to decompress. If she doesn’t she’ll never get any sleep.

Lucy is super cute asking if he's really telling her to go get a drink instead? He tells her yes. Preferably a strong one even with another human being. We all know who that human being is going to be….Side note I adore the fact that he always opens the door for her. Doesn't even realize he's doing that. Just does it out of habit. Her real man standing right in front of her but it is far too early for that hehe

Literally makes me sick to watch her scene with Caleb. My skin crawls knowing where it’s headed. He took advantage of Lucy with her guard down. Her cop eyes we're retired for the night. Just trying to decompress. We go back to the station where Grey tells John and Nick they found a body at the old zoo. Bryan Coleman. Which can only mean one thing as we go back to Lucy. That Caleb is the apprentice….

She goes from giggly and relaxed to sheer terror in a matter of moments. He drugged her and Lucy is slowly realizing the situation she is now in. He also snags her phone before she can use it. Sadly she is over powered easily due the drug he gave her. Then sticks her in the trunk of his car. The ep ends there.

It’s a crazy stressful two-parter. So damn good though. I remember when this first premiered how hard it was to wait for the next episode. I’m pre emotional just thinking about analyzing the next episode. Can’t wait to do it though.

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Side Notes-Non Chenford

Wopez good scenes not many but really good. Wes clearing not handling his post traumatic stress well. Mixing his prescription with alcohol. Angela coming home asking if he was trying to kill himself. He says I don’t know… Not a great answer bud.

The whole Rosalind SL. It’s so dark but so good. Getting a deeper look into Nick and seeing some chinks in his armor. What he sacrificed to catch her. It’s very good. I enjoyed his character a lot and getting more depth with him as well.

Thank you as always to those that like/comment/reblog these reviews. It’s means the world to me. I love doing these and they take time to assemble. But they’re so worth doing to enjoy this rewatch together. I’m also enjoying the hell out of analyzing these eps and our beloved couple. I’ll see you all in 2x11 :)

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 7 months

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Initial reaction to episode 8:

Full spoilers. Don't read if you haven't watched. But don't be afraid to comment if you agree or disagree.

Izzy got 1 week (at most) of a life where he felt like he could be himself.

That's it.

This man lost so fucking much, clearly his family, his past crews, himself. So the show said, hey. Let's spend ALL season showing him he is loved, then tell the audience this is a good ending because hey, now Ed can be himself for no loose ends.

I know we might get zombie izzy. I know buttons is probably a deus ex machina(yes, I gasped SO FUCKING HARD when the seagul landed), but I am fucking livid.

I'm sorry this is negative right off the bat. I cried yeah, but it was at Izzy apologizing for not letting Ed grow. The 1 final sin he hadn't been punished for. He apologized and lost limbs for the British thing. That was IT. The only thing Izzy haters had against him. And here we are.

Now that izzy is dead, their old Unicorn, the NEW Revenge can go live on.

Ex-fucking'scuse me?

The worst part is I knew he'd get hurt with that speech.

Congrats, izzy, you got 'woman in the fridged'-ed. Your death now ends Ed's problems without him needing to solve them. Ed doesn't need to work on rebuilding relationships because there's nothing left. Stedes is not mad at Ed, so no hard conversations there, and the crew he hurt is gone now. Izzys gone. All wrapped up in a nice little bow.

I knew. But I thought I'd be wrong. That Ed would get help. That izzy would apologize, lay their dying, and suddenly be alright via bird or someone would do SOMETHING. But no. I got to see Izzy die. In a fucking comedy show.

A comedy show about love and family and community and self acceptance. That kills of its 1 character this season who had a self realization arc outside of a romance.

Season 3 will be about either 1.) Stede and Ed being hunted and needing to fake their deaths or 2.) The crew of the 'new revenge' going on adventures. Or 3.) Zombie izzy getting the fuck out of there and finding love.

Now:I am in denial.

Con came out, mainly because of this community and this role. If he knew his character was dying, I don't think he'd have gone to cons/tied himself in with this community to the extent he has. You know? Like... if my role i got a ton of praise for was about to be offed, id smile at conventions, but already emotionally start distancing myself from the community. UNLESS-We know Jenkins would tell him the fate of his character, so...idk.

More ranting but-

I feel like we got more time watching Ed be silly than mourning his friend of potentially decades. I hate the fish plot. We already knew he had adhd and that this was a whim. 'Ed going out, catching dinner, getting kicked back' could have just been 'Ed rows out while the ship's blow up'. They didn't need Ed and stede to fight in episode 7, stede could have just gotten into a fight trying to defend Ed at the bar, maybe eds too drunk idk. Episode 7 was written like that just to have a cliffhanger resolved in the next episode. It's just...

I loved every fucking izzy scene and both love/hate that we get a flash of the shot that kills him. It's real, yeah. Izzy dies here because he was still originally in that pirate drama he made up in his head. Izzy dies a normal death. Ed asked if he needed help so many times. But izzy didn't want it.

Izzy hands wanted to die this entire time. He wanted it. That's how I'm interpreting this bullshit. He still tied himself to blackbeard, and wanted to die with him.

Maybe that's romantic, but I think it's gross and a mishandling of his character. If izzy believed that i wish we got to see it as the audience, Especially how some forms of suicidality can be expressed by 'one last hurah'.. But they didn't. All that, and the show wants us to believe he's moving on up to episode 7, until now we know izzy was jealous this whole time??? So this izzy was just izzy waiting until Ed was accepted by the crew to die. Till Ed didn't need him to be his punching bag anymore. When Ed healed he saw no point in living. 🙃 that a character who was suicidal's good ending is offing themselves when they aren't 'needed'?

Maybe izzy will come back, totally himself, ready to try to live a happy life. But I have very little fucking faith.

Getting personal: but izzy was my fucking guy. I related to his struggle to be seen/heard/taken seriously. To be liked or seen as worthy of time and attention. A character who was trying his best for the people he cared about. Who had valid concerns and was talked down to. Who craved belonging. Enough that he's desperate for scraps of friendship. A person who was feared but never understood.

To give him 'love' by a community and then have him die TWO DAYS LATER-

I hate it. I genuinely hate it. Fucking hell. Especially how quickly everyone moved on. Izzy would have been wrecked or at least shaken up if his crew died yet. WE'RE MAKING JOKES RIGHT AFTER HES BEEN BURIED. ON TOP OF HIS FRESH GRAVE. I hate that izzy got buried on the land (in general. Bro should have been buried at sea) especiallg the labd ed and stede now get to peacefully live on. I hate that con was fucking smiling, the calmest most authentic he could and ATE that fucking scene.

The thing that gets me is izzy is the cliffhanger. But at the same time, Buttons' turning into a bird represented change and acceptance. Think, we had Buttons' turning scene, the song 'seaguls', then izzy standing on deck reading the note. There's a real chance this is implying that izzy is free now.

I don't hate the show. I don't, but i fucking hate THIS. Con did Such an amazing job. But I hate that I won't know. That izzy being alive will be confirmed in a year when con accidentally posts something revealing he's on set, or Jenkins on Twitter telling us he's dead, us not believing him, then we watch all of s3 and cons not there. That I could spend the next 2 years of my life writing about a character who won't get mentioned again.

THEY COULD HAVE CONFIRMED IT IN THE END CREDITS. SOMETHING. Ground shaking, some hint early in the season about rebirth and brining back the dead or have the sword fall. Idk. SOMETHING.

I'm just.... not doing great. I'm 'excited' to watch it again :/ but fucking hell. I don't know if I want to. I still have a fic to post that I started pre season 2, but after that I might need time. I just...Izzy wasn't me, duh, but he was, you know?

Izzy didn't deserve death for being harsh, or fucking up, or living. The fact his redemption happens after they sand down izzys rough edges feels gross. Like. "Here you go audience He's 'good' now, NOW feel sad about his death!"

And I'm sorry. But fuck that. I have so many mutuals who say they didn't like how quickly izzy became soft. This fucking hurts.

Because izzy has been a dead man walking for years. Ever since Ed and he grew into whatever this is. He could have been given a chance. He wasn't. All because our protagonists are Ed and Stede. WHO I ACTUALLY LIKED THIS EPISODE. But I can't think about that because I just see Ed finally treating Izzy like an EQUAL as he's fucking dying. I was always okay with the idea of Izzy dying. But not like this.

So yeah...sorry if this is rambling, had a shit day before I watched the ep and the ep didn't fucking help! But here's to all us izzy fans hoping for a better s3 for him (my guess now is izzy is actually dead, I have absolutely 0 faith he'll come back, as izzys death was framed as a positive thing for Ed. Yes the framing is there. Izzys body is safe under Ed and Stedes watch and not drowning. But still. 0 faith. If we dont get s3, then izzy is just dead and everyone moved on the SAME DAY)

Side note- I hate the only mention of Izzys given name 'Israel' was by Ricky. Fucking...okay. add that to the pile

#izzy hands #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 ep8 #ofmd s2ep8 #i fucking. .#i hate this #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #logging off for a bit #good luck

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flightfoot · 1 year

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On the sentimonster thing. Okay these are my thoughts and theories. I watched videos on theories of Adrien being a sentimonster. It makes sense, whenever Gabriel gives him a command he follows. He just needs to be wearing his wedding ring or he twists it. In the episode where he foundout his son is Cat Noir and forced him to give him his miraculous, he was twisting at his finger where his ring would be under the suit. In the episode where Felix pretended to be Adrien, Gabriel was shocked when he didn't listen and then rubbed his finger where his ring used to be. Felix, knowing Nathalie was wearing the ring made sure to only listen to Nathalie. You probably already knew this stuff but I just found theory videos about this stuff and I'm shocked. Now we're onto season 5 (so spoilers if no ones seen the last of season 4 and the new episodes of season 5) but that cataclysm on Gabriel seems like he'll likely die. Also taking note that in one episode, he was told he's not the Hawk Moth of the future, which means there'll be a new villian. Like Felix or Lila ? I haven't read the bible because I don't want to spoil anything for myself but this is just based on episodes that are already released. The paintings Emilie's painting is based on is of a woman who died from her bad health and couldn't have children, and there's Egyptian symbols in Nathalie's room for fertility and childbirth. I think Adrien is a sentimonster made because Emilie couldn't have children. Felix has to be a sentimonster too because Gabriel threatened to destroy him with a snap of his fingers. And Felix's dad died the same time Adrien's mom died is definitely strange.

Tomae's technology is in a deal with Gabriel, they make technology together. And her technology is likely what's powering up Emilie to keep her preserved. I think he was studying Egyptian stuff on bringing them back to life and is keeping her preserved for that. He freaked out when the electricity went out, meaning she would start decomposing. All of this seems pretty dark, but I think it'll get darker if he'll end up becoming worse and worse from the cataclysm and die, then Adrien would be an orphan and have to be taken care of by Nathalie but it seems she's dying too, he'd likely have to be sent to London to live with his aunt and cousin. Of course these are just what I currently think on what might happen in new episodes. I'm excited yet scared for season 5 😫

Yeah even most people who HATE the Sentiadrien theory agree it's canon at this point, especially with some of the later episodes in season 5. It's pretty blatant.

And yeah Gabriel's afraid of Adrien being left an orphan, or at least he claims that's one of his main fears. And yeah logically he would be sent to live with Amelie and Felix, which... I don't feel as negative about as I used to, now that we've seen more of Felix. I think they'd likely move to Paris anyway, so as not to disrupt Adrien's life more, and in hopes that Felix could make some friends.

#ask #miraculous ladybug

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metaphoricalcolours · 2 years

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i've always been a huge fan of new who's holy trinity - nine, ten and eleven. i tried to get into twelve as well but he just didn't feel like the doctor to me and i couldn't stand clara so i just stopped watching doctor who, which has been my favourite show for nearly a decade. i decided to borrow season 8 and 9 on dvd last month to give them a decisive shot, resuming after 4 years. against all odds and what i, myself, would've sincerely imagined, they finally grew on me. both of them. in just 3 weeks, mind you! so i'm writing this after finishing face the raven, which i knew would be the episode where clara dies, thanks to a lovely spoiler on this very app. i knew i wasn't ready to see it happen though, and oh god - i was definitely not prepared for how it happened.

losing a main companion on doctor who is always upsetting, to put it mildly, but it was heartbreaking for several reasons this time. first of all, tell me this isn't twelve & clara's very own doomsday? this is literally ten & rose standing on darlig ulv stranden, knowing they're about to say goodbye but the expected 3 little words are yet again robbed from us. he was ready to say them this time!!

nothing new here, but this show never disappoints when it comes to speeches so we have clara basically telling the doctor not to let this turn him into another ashildr while he's - pardon the word - dying to save her. he always tries to save everybody, but this loss is obviously a much bigger deal to him.

now, this is where it gets specific. remember that part in the girl who died where twelve shows more emotion than he'd done in most of season 8 and is desperate to the point where he goes "i am so sick of losing people"? he was telling clara after failing to save... yes, none other than the person who'd turn out to be responsible for clara's death. hero-turned-villain, ashildr/me. a villain he'd encounter for the first time in the woman who lived, although they did agree on some sort of truce at the end of the episode, by which point i'm sure he'd regretted saving her at least once, considering how cruel she'd become, but that feeling must've gone past the point of no return when she not only lured him, clara and rigby in that hidden street out of the blue but also took the woman he loves. no, she might not have known that clara would take on the weight that was on rigby's shoulders but she had no reason to do everything that led up to that event. there was nothing the doctor could do to save clara this time, and that wouldn't have happened if he hadn't given ashildr the chip that made her immortal and turned her into such a cruel person.

another thing: he told clara not to run because he wanted to be with her till the very last second, which is pretty significant since running is what he always tells people to do. she went outside and he followed her. all he could do was watch her die and stand there with all the anger in the universe inside of him. he would've raised hell for her but she didn't want to see him like that in their last moments spent together.

this hug obviously means even more than usual, and we know what the doctor told clara after demonstrating an aversion for hugging in season 8: a hug is just a way to hide your face.

oh, sweet heartbreaking hints peppered throughout season 9.

#doctor who #face the raven #twelfth doctor #clara oswald

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winderlylandchime · 7 months

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Okay so two tiny stories about what happened with my idiot brother. First if all: He went on an insane rant after the episode about Lindsay and her cheating on pregnant Mel and how that was the same shit that happened in s1. Which I fully agree. He has a lot of feelings about the sam plot, not one of them is good. Except, he didn’t go on his rant to me but instead on one of the poor new nurses/interns at the hospital. The poor girl didn’t even know who or what he was talking about because the idiot slipped up a few times and said words like ‘my Brian/my Justin, How will i be able to watch Gus deal with this’ and so on, so it kind of sounded like he was talking about a friend. And he kept going on and on and the poor girl was GIVING HIM ADVICE! And also listening as if she was getting some amazing gossip. Only for one of the other nurses to walk in that does know him and before she left the room she pointed to him and went ‘and don’t pay attention to anything he says. He’s talking about a tv show not real people’ and the new nurse looked at him all shocked and this moron looks at her and goes ‘if it makes you feel better, they are real to me’

And then the second little story: he called our mom and left her multiple texts and voice memos and majority of them were about Brian and his cancer. But she’s a smart woman, so she didn’t answer. However he found a brand new victim. Our uncle. He called him and started talking about Brian and Justin as if they were his friends and i can hear the conversation because it’s on speaker and our uncle goes ‘(his name) is this about that show that your mom warned me about? That she specifically told me to not let you talk to me about it because you’re acting weird about it?’ And he goes ‘off the record? Yes, and i AM worried! AND FOR A GOOD REASON! Bri Bri has cancer and even though he’s doing better, cancer is cancer! And it’s scary. And then there’s Justin and theyre getting closer and closer and I can tell that Brian is seconds away from saying I love you. He’s changed so much this season. But on the record? I have no clue what show you’re talking about, never heard of it, so don’t even think about telling on me to mom’ And then the next thing that we hear is our mom on the phone going ‘(his name), youre on speaker. And you promised youd try and act normal about this show’ and this moron went ‘sorry, wrong number’ and then hung up. This man is an actual legal adult.

DEAR SWEET ANON! I AM DYING OF LAUGHTER.

“if it makes you feel better, they are real to me” I AM DEAD.

HE WAS ON SPEAKER AND YOUR MOM WAS THERE. Busted! I came back from the dead just to die again at “sorry, wrong number.”

HE IS TOO MUCH. He is what I would be like if I didn’t have any embarrassment. My post doc screens intakes for my practice and we were joking around about how everyone should submit a list of celebrities they could not be a therapist to because they know too much about them (and because of where we work this is a legit concern). My post doc asked who I could not be a therapist to and I had to say a currently famous person rather than Gale Harold because how the fuck would I explain who Gale is to me? Your brother would just launch right into it! And good for him.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on the show Becoming Elizabeth?

Apologies to anyone who liked it, because I'm gonna rant. I guess I will go by character.

It's the first time an Elizabeth has been an absolute snooze for me. I don't know if it's how she's written (a moody, irresponsible brat) or the actress being bland with a whiny voice, but I hated her almost as much as I hated her brother Edward. Young Elizabeth was intelligent, cunning, and far-sighted, but this one is immature, selfish, and dull. I knew they were going to go the repulsive route of having her fall in love with her molester, but those scenes were still "cringe" to watch. (I wish they had cast someone younger -- Elizabeth was 14 when Thomas Seymour was preying on her and she looks "mature"). That episode where she's freaking out because she might be knocked up was just... ugh.

Edward. OMG. I hated this kid, which is to say -- excellent job! He's just as much of an obnoxious fanatic as the real boy was and if he had lived, he would have been every inch the tyrant that his dad was, only in moralistic, "I'm gonna not let anyone worship as they please, it's my way or else." IRL, he really did upset Mary so much she left the court in tears and he was known for being a bully. I was on the fence about him, but after his hawk-abuse, I can't wait for him to die.

Lady Jane deserves better. They make her pitiable in one scene and then bitchy in the next, but overall she was barely there. We did get a glimpse of what an absolute a-hole her parents were, though. :(

Thomas Seymour. ToTaL Creep. I can't figure out what he wants; and he's this weird blend of obnoxious, innocent, inappropriate, cautious, and stupid. I had the hardest time figuring out his Enneagram type. He seems passive next to Catherine Parr, who by the way, is given an absolute hatchet job. This emasculating, promiscuous shrew is not the woman who wrote an impassioned book on religion -- the only one of Henry's wives to be a Reformist in her own right. WHY.

Edward Seymour. 100% top notch, though why did they change the reason for his execution?? I actually felt the sorriest for him, because he seems the most reasonable. He showed the best Te/Fi use as well -- in terms of "I am not gonna force people to worship the same way I do, that's stupid, let Mary keep her beliefs." That's good Fi, right there. And half the time I agreed with his "WTF are you doing, Tomas?!?? Are you an idiot???" reactions. (Yes, yes he is.)

Mary I. PERFECTION. Like, they got her absolutely right -- her flaws and her virtues. I would love to watch the series again but only sit through her scenes. She stole every moment she was there. She's sympathetic but also shows flickers of Mary's dark side in her own budding fanaticism. It's nice to see more empathetic portrayals of her these days -- I just wish we didn't have to vilify other historical figures in the process. Strong and opinionated but also careful and smart. I did roll my eyes when she told Elizabeth "you are probably cleverer than me" because so far, nope. Mary is the one who knows how to navigate court politics!

Stop telling me Elizabeth is smart and showing me how stupid she is.

On a personal note, I got sick of the f-words. I want intelligent and provocative dialogue like what's found in Anne of the Thousand Days, not for Elizabethan characters to sound like punks. The costumes were pretty, the music was good. Do I want another season? Eh. I do, if only to see more of Mary and Lady Jane and to see Edward die and figure out if they can get me to like Elizabeth, because so far... nope.

#becoming elizabeth

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novelmachine · 3 months

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I never watched The Walking Dead. I'm familiar with and love a lot of zombie apocalypse media: Resident Evil, The Last of Us, I Am Legend, Dead Island, Zombieland. I even watched the three Telltale Walking Dead playthroughs by Two Best Friends. Here I am over a decade later and I'm finally giving the series a try. Surprisingly, a lot of it was new to me. I only knew a little bit about The Walking Dead just from cultural osmosis:

Zombies are called walkers. They need a shot to the head to go down for good. Doesn't matter if you die or get bitten, you'll come back as a walker either way.

The main character Rick wakes up in a coma after the zombie outbreak is well into effect. He meets up with his wife Lori and his son Carl. Lori hooked up with Rick's best friend Shane after she was sure Rick had died a long time ago. Drama ensues.

Daryl is the guy with the crossbow. Michonne is the woman with the katana and walkers on leashes. Aside from Rick, these are the two most featured on posters and promotional material. This must mean they are the most popular and capable badass characters.

This past weekend I finished the first two seasons. My honest opinion is that they were pretty solid, each serving a purpose for the narrative at large. Season 1 focused on the novelty of walkers and how society has had to quickly adapt. Seeing governing bodies and fail-safes crumble under the pressure is uncanny, given the most recent pandemic we were/are witness to. Season 2 is more character driven. Not to say Season 1 wasn't, but the second season is filled moral dilemmas that span multiple episodes. Is it worth bringing children into this scary world, and will they put other people at risk? Is suicide an individual's right to choose, or are others obligated to dissuade them? Do you sacrifice the life of someone you barely know at the risk of the group of people you care about most?

I am really attached to this group of characters. Everyone is so dramatic, and are constantly being pushed to their limits. I can believe that the woman who lost her sister and gained a new lease on life would want nothing more than a weapon in her hand to prevent disaster from striking the group again. I can believe that the man who hooked up with his best friend's wife has diluted himself into thinking it can continue because it's the only semblance of the past reality he has left. I get where everyone is coming, even if I don't personally agree with them or if they are delulu. Of all the character deaths in those first two seasons, it was Dale's that really got to me. He was one of the only people in the group that desperately clung to any sense of humanity and goodwill. He latched onto the idea of "we don't kill the living" and made that point at every opportunity. RIP rv roof guy, you will be missed.

All this to say that yes this show is not perfect by any means. I was taken aback by the amount of racism, sexism, and homophobia right out the gate. There is also a level of humor and levity that feels out of place at times especially in the first season with pop-punk or rock-n-roll music cues after a dire situation. I can sort of understand, given this was a decade ago and airing on public television. I did notice while it's still present, those moments and phobias have been scaled back a bit. That doesn't make it less cringy when someone calls Glenn "Short Round" or when Lori gets mad at Andrea for patrolling instead of doing "women's work" like cooking and cleaning.

With that said, the plot so far and the characters we have left have me hooked to see what happens next. Plus we get Michonne in the next season!

#the walking dead #walking dead #twd s1 #twd s2 #tw: death mention #tw: suidice mention #hannah talks nerdy

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WOOO new ep yet again :D and im on time too! Last ask i sent was a couple days after the ep aired, cos it took me a while to get round to watching it 😅 anyway ok so:

-How did mr lee get away w that. How did mr jin just accept him pulling a sword on him like WHAT sldjksk. in what world would he not be terrified or at least concerned. Or call for help or something? He just walks off????

Then when he does bring it up its like ahhh he just seemed kinda off yknow? LIKE YEAH he threatened to kill you with a fucking sword in his hand T.T

-GIRL cover your mouth when you cough...

-The snuggling is so soft goddamit, and im a sucker for a sick character being gently taken care of >.< theyre so endlessly sweet ARGH i need someone to cuddle. Where is a guy supposed to find a man like eunwoo in this economy tho. Sigh

-Please..PLEASE cover your mouth when you cough i beg. The whole lot of them theyre just as bad as each other help

-Yul: "ah with your superior instincts youve sensed theyre dating 😌 theyve been trying to keep it a secret, so keep quiet please 😉"

Min ji: "😐"

Yul: *silently, but with a lot of emotion* "..fuck"

-FUCK YEAH MORE HISTORICAL FLASHBACKS!!!!

-Are we finally gonna get the backstory... i bet its gonna be a misunderstanding plot how much do we wanne bet its a miscommunication plot. They've set up mr lee/mountain spirit too kindly to have him be a full villain i feel. Like they show an equal amount of moments that paint him in a positive light to ones that portray him as a villain. So its gotta be something like a miscommunication plot or a 'redeemed at the final moment of death' or some shit, i can feel it.. (and if im wrong. Well fuck me lol)

-Aw even back in time they were fucking adorable. But I have to say the mountain spirit romance plot takes the cake this episode for me, the tsundere storyline always wins 😔 im easy to please,,, now if only they couldve stayed happy on the mountain with the puppy kid T.T altho it feels weird when translated to the modern day cos while she was a married woman in the flashback shes a whole student in present day 💀

-But i am endlessly charmed by the mountain spirit and his pretty brown eyes and his trying so hard not to get attached to the fragile mortals <3 Also i think i reaallllly vibe with the historical aspect so ill pick up a historical drama from your list next (i still havent started another one yet sksjsk)

-My misunderstanding plot theory gains momentum! Mountain spirit looked away for literally the exact second she got stabbed and just assumes it was the dude like. I mean i get it but gAHHhhh!!

-Now now mountain spirit. Step away from the dog. Please dont kill the dOG-.... Ah.. Too late ... (unrelated but why is the vet sleeping at the animal hospital sksjsj? Protestant work ethic strikes again)

-So anyway this episode was made just to make me fall deeper in love with mr mountain spirit 😔 and im really looking forward to confict and confrontations next episode >:] (also thank you for the new recs!!! Ive added them to my list ^.^)

- 🌱

henlo! its always so fun reading your asks!!!!

pls, the coughing with the mouth open had me so mad afsfgsg i cant stand that. at least we got cute ass snuggling tho, so I felt better

the flashbacks had beautiful cinematography and we finally got some answers! the mountain spirit is cute :( he really has such pretty puppy eyes.

I agree that something major happened when he looked away. my theory is that she shaman girl will remember what really happened and let him know, and end that 200 year beef.

also, I'm pretty sure that the uncle wont die. I feel like he wll return to his human form, cause the mountain spirit will break the curse.

2 more days for the new ep!!

#🌱 anon

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dreamingsushi · 10 months

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Eternal Love - Episode 24

I’m super tempted by another Chinese drama right now, but I promised that I would go back to one of the series I started already, since they are so many that I need to complete. As a completionist, I can’t let my blog be in this state. So I figured I would go back to this one, since I love it so much. Also... There’s Yang Mi and Zhao Youting. Can we go wrong with those two? I don’t think so. Plus, for every two episodes of Eternal Love, I will allow myself to watch something new! That is not Apple of my Eye, I will keep with this one, but it’s going to be my layover watch I think, because the format of the episodes is just perfect for that. I can’t remember where we left last time, so bear with and let’s just marvel once again at the beautiful opening of this drama, if it is ever possible to get tired of it.

Oh... I thought I was out of the human life cycle, but it has not ended yet and it’s the most painful part too... Haha, I chose well, I chose well. Gosh. So Sujin being the nasty woman that she is pays a visit to Susu in her palace to brag about how good Susu’s eyes are and how Yehua stayed by her side while she was healing (which is wrong, since he was taking the lightning punishment instead of Susu who wouldn’t be able to endure it as a human). Once she’s sprayed her venom, she leaves. Feng Jiu is mad at her, so in her fox form, she bites Sujin. In turn she throws the fox to the wall, thus injuring it badly. She wants to beat it up, however Donghua comes around to claim his fox. The queen of lying gets mixed up in her lies and she’s lucky that Donghua is indifferent to most things because he doesn’t investigate further, even though he knows Sujin did some shitty thing. Donghua is really somehow useless. Anyways. He tells her to stay away from the people in his palace and from his fox. Also I forgot how old is this. The CGI really isn’t what it is now. It shows so much that the fox is computer generated. No one grabs it or pets it at the right places. It’s not even funny.

Ye Hua is going to inherit the throne in a month from then or so. Everybody’s happy. However, when he goes to tell Susu the news, she’s rather distant and pretends that she’s sleepy so he would leave. I mean, I would feel uneasy too if the man I loved took my eyes to give it to the one who pretends to be his childhood lover, you know. I think Susu should trust a little more Yehua, but Yehua definitely should trust a little more Susu and let her know what’s going on. Like, if he told her a little more, things wouldn’t have gone that bad, if you know what I mean.

Li Jing pays a visit to his brother and reveals to him that they are vessels for his father’s powers, were he to come back he would try to kill them three, even though they are his children. So that’s why he’ll keep Li Yuan imprisoned and won’t let him die, ever. Yanzhi wants to leave to the mortal realm. At first, Li Jing won’t let her, but she gains cause and he agrees to let her go. If I remember properly, Xuan Nü told her that her older brother is imprisoned and not dead... That sounds like another betrayal. He still loathes his wife and only wishes for Si Yin.

Everybody’s invited to the ceremony, even Li Jing who inquires about Susu, because he feels bad for that incident (remember, his mount set up fire to her palace, by accident). Sujin is praised for how she reacted to that question, when she was harmed by Susu (lies). While Yehua is facing his lightning shots, Nainai rushes in to tell Susu that Sujin has been appointed to marry Yehua after the ceremony. Then Susu is starting to have contractions. Meanwhile, Xuan Nü is also in labor, but she’s early. The doctor says she should give up the baby, but she won’t and threatens to have him killed if he doesn’t deliver the baby alive. Yehua needs to undergo is punishment, so more lightning for him. Susu doesn’t want Nainai to go get Yehua. All in all, it’s a big mess.

And that’s it for episode 24! I forgot how good is the music in this drama, it suits so well everything that is happening. Some parts didn’t age that well, but the soundtrack is still as great.

#eternal love #yang mi #zhao youting #dilraba dilmurat #gao weiguang #xuanhuan #xuanhuan drama #cdrama #c-drama #chinese drama #drama review #drama recap #drama reaction

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delta-queerdrant · 1 year

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big doctor energy (Heroes & Demons, s1 e12)

Yeah, our first holodeck episode + our first Doctor episode! This one is pretty silly but it's a capital-R Romp and I'm here for it.

Once again this is an episode that begins with resource management! One of the things that has been cracking me up during this rewatch is what a hands-on and, perhaps, micromanager Janeway is. She really does love science and is always going on away missions, peeking over people's shoulders, and in this case, beaming aboard samples of "intense photonic activity" to see if they can be used in the ship's power converters. No one seems to mind, but there are presumably some off-screen science officers who are grumpy because they never get to do the fun labwork.

Janeway hair watch - the "bun of steel" has been swapped out for a side-swept French twist kinda thing. It's definitely an improvement, though the twisty parts are slightly fussy and overcomplicated. Damn this woman would look good with an undercut! Anyhoo.

If I were sending the Doctor on a fantastical adventure, would I choose Beowulf? Perhaps not - Hollywood depictions of the "Dark Ages" do little for me - but it's an okay time. I appreciate the inclusion of Freya; shieldmaidens are authentic to early Scandinavian culture if not to Beowulf itself. And I have always enjoyed Unferth as a side villain - he is the ultimate undermining coworker and I love that he has existed in literature for at least the last millennium. We all have our inner Unferth and I think that's fine.

Shame they're not all speaking in alliterative verse, or that the forest looks like no forest that ever appeared in Denmark, or that the Doctor is eating what appears to be a giant turkey(????) leg despite it being pre-Columbian Exchange times, but none of that is the point.

Watching the Doctor laconically roleplay his way through this adventure is, of course, a fun and silly time. He is such a fish out of water and his blunt, uncomplicated responses are all accidental zingers. By the end he has really come into his own and his moment of heroism feels earned, facing down Unferth with the absolute banger line, "The only reason you won't die is that I've taken an oath to do no harm." I wrote big doctor energy in my notes and I think we can all agree with this assessment.

I should probably be mad about Freya getting fridged, but, like, she feels surprisingly three-dimensional for a fictional character? And at the same time, she is an in-universe fictional character and it doesn't matter? It's complicated, since both she and the Doctor are holograms. From where I'm standing, she genuinely had her own character arc and her death felt meaningful on its own terms. I will have things to say later in the series about the Doctor's sexuality, but I don't think I'll say them here.

The Doctor makes peace with the glowing squiggle (sorry, photonic life form) and the captured crew are restored, including Harry Kim in his very cute LARP outfit. I am always here for Harry being the absolute dorkiest of dorks; in this episode he looks like he is cosplaying Bilbo Baggins.

As mentioned in an earlier review, I am an ex-ELCA Lutheran (Lutheranism and I are still pals, we just weren't right for one another) so I was tickled by the Doctor briefly taking on the soubriquet of Schweitzer. I am not culturally Lutheran, but Albert Schweitzer is definitely a big Lutheran hero and gets Lutherans going (other things that get Lutherans going - potlucks, Prairie Home Companion, "A Mighty Fortress is our God").

After watching this episode I went down a Schweitzer rabbit hole and was reminded that, in addition to his humanitarian work, he also wrote one of the important "historical Jesus" books, in which the facts of Jesus's life were reevaluated. It was so interesting reading about his (shockingly recent) rediscovery that early Christianity was basically an apocalypse cult. Schweitzer was down with this, because he thought it was punk rock or something. I find this approach to religion - religion as something that can be analyzed, that is both culturally contingent and, at its nucleus, contains a critique of powerful political and social forces - such a compelling antidote to gray goo evangelism, in which no belief is ever examined. This is not to excuse Lutheranism for its complicity in many shitty things, or to privilege belief over various forms of nonbelief, but the fact is that many of us have a Christian worldview lodged in our brains whether we like it or not, and it helps to spend some time thinking about what Christianity actually is, deciding what we'd like to hold onto and what's better discarded.

Sorry! This isn't a theology blog! I, ah, definitely can't promise I won't do it again.

Hardly gripping television, but a pretty good entry point to a beloved character's journey. 3.5/5 improbably sized turkey(!?!?) legs.

#star trek voyager #star trek #holodeck #emh #not that doctor #janeway's hair #science fiction theology corner

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I blame Na Dokhyun the former member of History for these very sappy romantical marriage thoughts. Cause I’m constantly judging male idols for getting their girlfriend pregnant and then deciding to get married yet that’s what I write about. It’s either stated or implied that all my smut are with a boyfriend, I’ve never written any smut where the idol is your husband.

Like for me personally, maybe I’m just too old school and think this is the way it should be, instead of jumping right into the marriage after the baby after only like 3 years of a relationship (as an example) I would want to date that person for way longer than a few years because if I’m wanting to get married I want to be absolutely positive that the person I’m dating is the one I want to marry. I don’t want to marry and then 3 months down the road decide it’s not working. Plus if I’m planning on having children I need to get used to marriage life first and want to settle down with that person before I start thinking by about getting invested in a kid. I do not want to just have a kid and then like some people break off the relationship of divorce and then I’m tied to that kid and the man can just go off and do whatever without paying child support.

Maybe I’ve just been around bad relationships and assume the guy with always leave or the relationship won’t work out, like, a prime example being my parents relationship which is the reason why I told myself I never wanted in a relationship in the first place cause I was afraid I’d get involved with someone like my father and end up the same way. Another thing I do is when idols get married and have kids and then they divorce and the wife sometimes is stuck with everything and I just assume that’s how it could be for me like, every relationship is different and as far as idols there are some good marriages and such like I think Rain and Chen are doing great (even tho I don’t agree in getting pregnant before marriage hell I wouldn’t even be comfortable having sex until after marriage but I’m just old school I guess) anyway like there have been 3 idol marriages I know of that just didn’t end up well and I don’t want that but sometimes I get that “baby fever” or the “marriage feelies” and I just want that. Like I believe I’m too young rn to get married and have kids, the whole she-bang but woman don’t have a long ass time to wait before their internal clocks stop ticking.

Like I always told my mum I’d never be in a relationship, I’ll never get married, “I’m sorry I can’t give you grandchildren.” And I think she’ll probably die knowing that. But what if I decide later on down the road I want to starting dating and that leads to eventually getting married and having a child like my mum will die thinking I never wanted that. Like, I really really try not to think about these marriage and other life thoughts cause I get pretty upset I mean I watched this episode of a show centered around a wedding and all three times I saw the episode I just cried. Like I don’t have a father to walk me down the aisle, I don’t have a father for the father daughter dance (if that’s even really a thing) and now it’s like if I don’t get into a relationship and get married and pop out children in the next couple months to a year I’m afraid my mum will never know whether I did or not. I’m afraid she’s die before I even get in a relationship, she won’t see my boyfriend or to her horror my girlfriend or whoever it may be Idk, she won’t be at my wedding she won’t see the new house I move into with my husband she won’t be there for my baby shower or anything leading up to the north of my offspring and she won’t see my child or get to hold her grandchild.

And I know it upsets her cause she hoped for grandchildren and her sister has like 4 and she’s jealous and I feel bad cause I want my mum to be happy and get to hold a child and she wants the bloodline to continue but damn to the bloodline really end with me and my siblings. I’m afraid she’s just not going to be around by the time I decide to do this stuff if I really want to. Or if she is she won’t be able to see my bf or the wedding of the grandchildren cause she’ll be completely blind. Ugh! Idk I want to cry :( sometimes I want to be in a relationship and I want to have a cute wedding and I want my mum to cry at my wedding and I want the whole “something old something blue something borrowed something new” OR WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS and I want the whole the groom can’t see the bride til the wedding and bridesmaids and all that stuff that goes into a wedding but I feel most of the time that because of everything that’s happened in my life and the way I act and talk about men irl that it’s just not for me and I should push every relationship/marriage/child bearing thought out of my head :(

Ugh I’m done rambling thanks Dokhyun for those unwanted sappy and gross thoughts

#like literally calling marriage gross because of the way I grew up and everything #with that mindset why even bother thinking about it #I’ve been to two weddings in my entire life #ALSO ALSO MY PARENTS WEDDING I WANT THAT #THEY LITERALLY GOT MARRIED IN A HOT AIR BALLOON #LIKE ?????#ICONIC NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE #I WANT THAT #if I ever did get married #and see I feel like if I don’t it’s just me disappointing my mum #plus me wasting my life like can I live a good life single??#idk #idk man just shit I find myself thinking about a lot more often #marriage #relationships

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spikeghost · 2 years

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Teen Wolf 1x03/1x04

Nightmare!Allison has a hell of a low kick

Him turning is always so damn dramatic.

They don't even get a day off for murders?

Holy shit. They actually brought the Black girl from the pilot back. She even got a line again. I really want her and stiles to interact again.

Not Lydia being secretly smart. I know Holland couldn’t relate.

I know it's the werewolf shit but Stiles being that involved in Scott's dating life is suspicious (gay) as hell.

I do like Scott's relationship with his mom

The music is so loud

Cops leaving a crime scene unguarded. How big a town is Beacon Hill supposed to be?

Yeah i still don't buy Allison and Lydia as friends. They look like they can barely tolerate each other.

Is Lydia gonna sexually harrass Mr. Argent?

They're doing a great job enforcing this curfew /s

Knowing the show won't really acknowledge Kate raping Derek takes most of the tension from Derek's scenes with Chris away. Hopefully they'll at least acknowledge her killing his family

So hunters are just assholes to be assholes?

Must be a tiny town if Melissa can afford a house this big as a single mom (i was told the fandom has agreed she got it in the divorce)

I really wanna see the hale house before the fire. It looks like it was nice

Ok My Chemical Romance! Love me some turn around and die music during a fight

I hope they play Teenagers next. It would be appropriately on the nose for this show

3 episodes in Tyler Hoechlin is becoming a bit better

These episodes go by very fast when i don't press pause every 2 minutes out of embarrassment

I love that Melissa McCall, upon seeing her son's bedroom empty during a curfew, instead of checking if her son is in the house, just sighed, said "it's above me now" and moved on. I love that woman

Should we consider werewolves as a captive species since they adhere to the alpha, beta, etc pack shit?

Kate!???

Does this man know his sister's a pedophile? Cause i got beef if he does (he does not know)

Stiles is being weird about Scott fucking

Why is that man's first instinct when dying to go to the local high school? Again, being weird!

Jackson is entering the "find out" portion of this story. Finally.

This episode is surprisingly decent so far.

STAY AWAY FROM HIM GET A JOB!

Props to Jill Wagner because she is leaning HARD into her character being a creep. Looks like she understood the gravity of what Kate did more than the writers

I had to paus the episode for a couple hours cause Scott was taking his damn time gathering the damn bullet and hovering over Kate's pack he was stressing me out/pissing me off.

I hate when a show does this thing where everybody is dumb and does the stupidest thing possible to build tension that doesn't really feel like tension but just feels frustrating to watch.

The episode was doing so good up until now... at least as good as this show can.

Oh my god why is he so slow???

I swear to god this scene feels like it's 5 minutes long and not just because i took a 2 hours long break in the middle of it.

Pretty sure that's not how sepsis works... maybe that's how magic sepsis work.

Not they're already at the arm-cutting stage. How about you wine and dine a bitch first?

How is Scott even able to function? Like he has got to be the dumbest TV character i've come across outside of a sitcom.

i am stumped trying to figure out how he even survived long enough to get bitten

mind you, I have watched 7 seasons of Charmed OG and 1 and a half season of Charmed 2018, from the age of 10 up until now. I am rewatching Mutant X this month. I KNOW stupid fucking characters, I was shaped by them, and that boy still takes the cake

And I feel bad because I really like Tyler Posey, he seems like sweet guy who wants to do good and do his best but he just doesn't have the chops to elevate the godawful material he has to work with. At least not at that point in his career.

And I hate it because I want him to be successful and fulfilled and to be able to get out from the shadow of this show and do interesting things.

#Teen Wolf #Pack Mentality #Magic Bullet

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real-jane · 2 years

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nftn: scruff

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield)

summary: bucky has been working through weeks of depression, and you are the comfort he needs as he finds his way out.

warnings: discussion of depression and mental health, smut as comfort, bucky is almost entirely non-verbal, light discussion of kink

word count: 5,927

a/n: part twelve of ‘nostalgia for the new’! (can be read alone, all you need to know is that they're married <3) this update is dedicated to @peterhollandkait who requested that I write reader with a beard kink ages ago, and then I sent her a fic which made us both cry and had to make it up to her with *spice.* enjoy! :)

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Belonging was a foreign feeling.

On the days he felt most at ease, Bucky was content to not possess all the answers to his little universe; How did I get so lucky? was a mantra of bafflement, not a question.

But belonging when you had innumerable demons came at a price: sometimes pain set in, with no warning, and nowhere to go. An ache which sat in his joints like age should. Hurt, with no source. He spent days on end flinching away from touch, from the woman who he called home, every moment worrying his inability to stay composed would drive her away.

Drive you away. The brutal sensation life might crumble was a lie, and the hangover usually dissipated under observation. Still.

The first bad freeze (-4 degrees fahrenheit, so cold that the Stark Tech furnaces struggled to heat the concrete compound) brought a wave of gloom which made him clueless how to give you the love you deserved. The episode hung on for days, and days became weeks... he couldn’t shake it.

Who knew he could still have nightmares like he was strapped to a chair, perceiving nothing behind his eyelids but the pleading eyes of whoever he had eliminated? When Soldat woke him, you always waited for him to share what he had seen, so you could soothe it away, with tender eyes watching over him and a merciful hand kneading his shoulder. No doubt you heard words in languages you couldn't comprehend from his lips, but you never indicated either way. The most recent time a nightmare shocked him awake, you had clutched him against your stomach while he cried.

You and the Asset were ships passing in the night. His triggers could not be tripped, because they didn't exist. You wouldn't meet the Winter Soldier. The infinitesimal fear you would die by his hand clung to Bucky's bones anyway.

The depression was familiar; in so many ways, like returning to himself. He didn't want to be that man, but the grief might always be there. How could he mourn for a life which was stolen from him by HYDRA when he had you, now? It made no logical sense, and viciously undercut the progress he had made.

Maybe Bucky didn't know how to properly dream, sleeping or not. All he learned before he was captured was how to game a system where coming home was dishonorable compared to death in battle. Dreaming, the kind which enabled a person to envision how they'd like their future to pan out, had no application in a fox hole other than stripping the grit from boys who hoped they might hug their mothers again, all the while knowing their country didn't much care if they died. The cruel irony of never seeing his own mother again, while being married to a woman she would have adored... it relented in the sunlight. Still... he had no imagination. He was fortunate to wake up with someone he loved beside him. He should be grateful for that much.

You had turned down a mission a week ago without consulting him, but when you explained yourself, he had to admit you took 'for better or for worse' as solemnly as he did.

"When we commit to a job, we agree we are our best selves and up to the task. If my partner is not his usual grumpy self, I'm not ready to say 'yes' to tasks which require us to be prepared for anything. I love my partner. He is strong and capable, even when he doesn't believe it," you had said, as if said partner wasn't buried under your comforter on your bed at one in the afternoon with your cat pillowed on his chest, "and I value his well-being above all else. When we want to take on another assignment, we make that decision together. In the meantime, what do you need?"

The last two weeks, he followed you to food, to bathe. He closed his eyes when you flicked off the light, regardless of whether sleep came. He relied on you. And why wouldn't he? Especially once he was able to tell you just how much he hated being cold. Your mission became staving it off. You handed him fresh clothes to wear with layers of flannel and waffle-weave every morning, threw his socks and briefs in the dryer. You bought an electric blanket, which you turned on a few minutes before the two of you retired for the night. You cooked him soups with names like Grandma Kath's Famous Potato Stew. His hands often held something ceramic which you had given him, the contents of which were warded in demonstrable fondness and root vegetables, to protect him.

***

That morning, he had no voice. It sometimes happened, when he was struggling; his brain and his tongue were in a disconnect. He stood in the kitchen on floor six, hiding in a vat of hot cocoa which had long gone tepid... watching you talk to your sister on the phone out on the balcony. You laughed, and your cheeks turned pink from cold.

You had winced as your cell rang, and apologized for taking the call when the purpose of your visit to the kitchen was finding him some relief. He had pressed the green button for you, wincing as Jenny's chipper voice reverberated (without being on speaker).

Bucky couldn't tear his eyes away from your glee, and he thought... what do I give her? The moment the accusation flashed through his gray space, your gaze flicked up to his. Your smile softened. He set his mug down. Well, your mug–Vermont's mug. Sipping chocolate, even if the cocoa wasn't warm enough to be of real solace, just didn't sound appetizing anymore.

Someone would've told him if he wasn't allowed to keep you, right?

He wanted to be the man who took away your worries again. To be grumpy in jest alone. He would rather be the caretaker of the lighthouse, like you had called him once, than the storm which threatened. His deep wounds manifested like liminal paralysis, a hare's breath from a dangerous headspace. There was no denying how cyclical the suffering was, turning on itself in shame. To see you so happy was his joy, and to not be joyful with you was agony.

One of these mornings, you would send him off to Ayo to get right with himself. You'd be relieved for eight hours of uninterrupted rest, and somebody else would hold him accountable for relapsing. There was definitely no way he would be normal by the time you left for your honeymoon. He could foretell what the 'vacation' would be: you babysitting him in the hotel when he couldn't muster enthusiasm. Room service would be abysmal. Resentments would grow.

Bucky turned his back as the balcony door opened.

The chill swept in. He burrowed further into his sweatshirt–the one bearing the surname he shared with an icy sylph (whose fingers cupped his face) down the sleeve. Some kind of cosmic woman, you were. You hovered before him.

"Sorry about that, babe."

He shook his head. He couldn't look at you or you'd disappear. Those spectral fingers pulled his hood to engulf his head. Bucky shivered. You rubbed your hands together, and clasped them between your body and his.

The thing about belonging to you, by oath, and bearing a ring which matched yours... it was like a pilot light. Before you, there was no home fire. Just gray.

When you snuggled against his chest, a blue flame sparked at the base of his spine. Your nose nestled beneath his chin, into the unkempt whiskers he had let spring up to chase off the threat of frost. You hummed. His sternum vibrated with your contented purr. Bucky caught the back of your head-to stop you from sharing comfort, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. He would have to forgive himself for being selfish, but you were his way out of the depths.

Bucky wheezed when your fingers curled into his cheek and made little circles in the scruff.

"Jen says 'hi.' I'm supposed to tell you the girls miss their Buckle," you murmured. "McKynleigh told a kid at daycare that her uncle is stronger than Jesus or Santa, so congratulations." You giggled, shaking the both of you. "Jenny's thinking about moving closer to us but can't decide if that means Maryland or Virginia, so she's gonna tour around while the girls are with Brad's parents next month. S'why she called. She asked if we'd meet her on the bike. I said yes, I hope that's okay. Supposing we're not on assignment, obviously. But a little trip would be fun, once snow isn't a thing anymore. Right? Mmmm." You breathed in deeply. "Why do you smell so delicious? I won the husband lottery. Smells like a goddamn god. Doing this beard thing, which—I have a kink about that. In case it wasn't obvious, considering I can't keep my hands or my face off your face. Is this embarrassing for you?"

Mortifying. Healing.

Bucky lifted you behind each knee, gripping you so tight to him that your thighs would bruise. But god--you knew. You knew he was a sad dope, and you were filling up every crack with the joy of your joined life, and it didn't matter if he couldn't form words. He sighed. You cradled his head, even as you locked your ankles behind his waist. Bucky set you on the counter, but he didn't let go.

"Which reminds me–" you continued, stroking up and down his back like he was a wolf only you had managed to tame– "Shuri and I have been texting. I don't want to alarm you but she and I are besties now. She's made some arrangement for the honeymoon she won't tell me anything about, but it involves goats? She said you'd know what she meant by that. It's 'not sexual' if that helps. Anyway, she wants us to stay for two months! That's excessive. We'll miss home too much. I mean--you're my home, but I like our bed. Mostly I just want to celebrate being your wife some more, preferably naked. I'm greedy that way."

You, greedy? Never. You should have whatever you want. He would give you that. Now, if that’s what you wanted.

You pulled back. Bucky tightened his fingers in the waistband of your Team Barnes sweatshirt. Don't go, little flame—but you pecked his brow. His forehead found your shoulder. Lilac infiltrated his sinuses. If he smelled god-like, you were ambrosia.

Bucky wrapped one hand in your careless hair—part braid, part escaping pony, no sense of practicality given you had dedicated the entire day to dragging Bucky all over the compound on domestic errands (despite him having the capacity for none). He tugged until you gasped. Then, he looked at you.

Those eyes, the ones which changed colors with your mood--he understood, then, what darkening eyes designated. It was such a subtle shift, but involved the dilation of desire the way a little prickle of pain inspired, for you both. Not sudden. Intentional. A choice. You studied him like he was a work of art, but having him captive between your knees made your stare turn more fiery. God. Leave it to you to want him when he has nothing to give. He hadn't had anything to offer you lately. He tried apologizing, and you had waved him off. And yet... you brushed your thumb against his lips so softly it felt electric for his tenuous grip on reality. Your mouth curved up at one side.

"Oh, Sarge," you whispered. "You're my favorite thing."

He had spent fourteen days with his toes hanging over the edge of grief. With that one phrase–you're my favorite thing–you yanked him back from that precipice. Bucky grasped your wrists and pulled them to his mouth. How could someone so strong possess such soft hands? When he kissed your palm, you let your hand linger there. You gave him permission to be silent.

"I know everything is too much right now, and it's torturing you," you murmured. "But you don't have anywhere to be but here, Buck. You're safe. You're alive. And that's all you need to be for me, okay? I love you."

Bucky nodded once. You kissed him, as if to say: Can't speak? Then neither will I.

Intimacy, at the cost of his shadowed mood, was an urge he recognized in himself, with the nip at your bottom lip. It was a raw thing. When he got this way, it was okay to be un-soft with you. Not rough... at least not when he was non-verbal (that kind of act required him to ask and answer questions like 'how's that feel, honey?' or 'yes, that is incredible, do it again'), but you weren't asking him for gentleness, either. He huffed. You never let him devour you unless that was all he was capable of; most of the time he was in enough control to focus his lips on providing only the most languorous satisfaction, because you got turned on faster by sliding your lips in tandem with his than almost anything else. But when kissing you wasn’t for you, Bucky’s tongue and yours found a needy dance.

And by god if it didn’t feel like mercy. After weeks of not knowing how to be intimate when he didn’t feel at home in his body, he just wanted time to melt away so he could make it up to you. He would show you how gentle he could be, how... good. Giving it his all. Enthusiastically, and with no question how much he wanted to give you pleasure. Because a man could grieve and still worship his wife.

You always tasted like chamomile, or maybe you were honey itself.

Was this how he found his way back? Making you moan where anybody could walk in, being reckless with his body in ways that put no lives at risk…

“People eat here.”

The super-soldier chipped the countertop in surprise. You sat back from Bucky lazily, with a sheen on your lips. “Greetings,” you answered the Falcon, but your gaze belonged to your husband. You loosed what was left of your ponytail after his hands had made a mess of it, and tied it up again. Bucky made a personal note to rend that hair tie later. He was vibrating.

The hunger in Bucky had claws, emerging as it had from the abyss. He kissed your forehead, but only so he didn’t persist in trying to prove to himself that he was enough for you with Sam Wilson standing four feet away. Bucky quieted his frantic breath by watching the subtle shifts in your lips as you spoke with the other man.

Sam snorted. “If y’all are experimenting with exhibitionism, can you leave me out of it?”

“You’re no fun,” you said. You brushed Bucky’s hair off his forehead, long as it had grown—long enough for you to tug, but he hadn’t admitted that was why he put off cutting it out loud. One stubborn piece of hair fell forward. You wrinkled your nose at it.

“I’m hungry.”

“Cook on your own floor, Samuel.”

“This is mine. Unless you’ve forgotten the blond who seems to tolerate my presence.”

“Clint can watch, too.” You winked at Bucky, who only succeeded in making deeper dents in the marble beneath your right butt cheek.

“He’d like that too much. I, on the other hand, want a BLT. And that isn’t an acronym for my man, here, and what I know he’s probably thinking about doing to you.”

“You’re so boring,” you laugh. “Hear that, honey? Bucky Loving Tits is off the menu. So sorry. At least while Sam is around.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. Thank god Sam took no note of it, choosing instead to focus on exchanging friendly banter.

“Ma’am, there are cameras ALL OVER this compound!”

“Oliver in security owes me a favor. I can easily dispose of any evidence which might appear.”

“I know better than to doubt you.” Sam laughed, then. He did that, now, without it being at anyone else’s expense… a lot. There had been a short period where he had taken over Bucky’s responsibility as the grumpy friend. Clint made him loosen up against his will. Turns out nesting with a blond who pushed his boundaries was healing for Sam in ways that proved themselves daily. Bucky looked over at his primary best friend, who was actually smiling at them, arms folded. Like he was happy to see them both… like Bucky hadn’t isolated himself so much that he was forgotten. Relief released in Bucky’s shoulders.

Sam nodded. “Missed you, buddy.”

“He never left.”

“I know.” Sam patted Bucky’s shoulder. “Call me needy.”

Bucky shook his proffered hand, and Sam made it a hug. He squeezed the other man tight. “I see you trying,” he said quietly. “Really proud of you. I’m here if you need something. Coffee. Tomorrow?”

See–people still reach for you, even when you don’t feel like you deserve it. The voice in his head sounded an awful lot like yours, and Bucky wondered if that wasn’t the perk of marriage nobody told him about.

Bucky leaned into the embrace. He had hardly seen Sam. No wonder he wasn’t well. He was depriving himself of Sam Wilson. That was a crime. He should be sanctioned. It had to be against international conventions. How could Bucky retain any objectivity without Sam roasting him daily?

“He’ll be there.” You spoke with absolute certainty. Sam clapped in delight, and busied himself with finding sandwich ingredients in the fridge.

You scrubbed at Bucky’s cheek, making his whiskers prickle against your fingers. One time in the throes of sex, you had told him that you couldn’t get close enough. Somehow that extended even to clothed moments, when you tried to burrow deeper into his head and heart–two rooms of the mansion of your shared life that you had furnished with your particular delights, like you meant to store your knowledge and love there forever. Playing with the way his hair grew from his jaw was your way of memorizing another part of him. Thank god he let you do so, even when his brain didn’t think your touch was meant for him. The thought of ever losing that privilege… even if you fought, he hoped it was with your hands on him.

How long could this depression persist, with a healer for a wife?

Bucky scooped you from the counter. Enough was enough. Enough sadness, and conversations which were laced in innuendo. He needed a locked door between you and the rest of humanity. You giving him permission to be no other than what he was had released him from a bond made of self-sabotage.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” you giggled, waving farewell to Sam over Bucky’s shoulder. “I have two perfectly good legs.” Bucky’s glare was enough to make you cackle. “Sorry. I forgot that part of our vows where you have free reign to schlep me anywhere. Proceed.”

He had to release you when you reached the door labeled BARNES, but only because Alpine was trying a new stunt called what the hell is in the hallway?? And it required you both to be prepared to catch the cat, or run after him, as was sometimes needed. Sure enough, the white fluff darted forward the moment you swung the door open. Bucky snatched Alpine by the scruff, and patted your butt so you’d pick up the pace. He curled his hand in the waistband of your sweatpants so you’d go no further. The door was kicked shut in tandem with Alpine’s banishment to the washroom. Bucky had one very particular thought as you shuddered when his lips met the curve of your neck:

This beard thing, which—I have a kink about that. Put a fixation with facial hair on the list of things which made the twenty-first a superior century.

“Mmm. Still prickly.” It didn’t sound like a complaint, since you sagged against him. Your arterial pulse point made a quick-release of oaths from your throat when he graced his mustache over it.

His cheeks hollowed. You keened.

The zip of your sweatshirt fell tooth by tooth. He trapped your arms at your sides by sliding the cotton down to your elbows. The skin behind your ear was impossibly soft for his lips. Your hair tie was no trouble to pull free, and then promptly break.

“Fuck, baby. Are you–Bucky, stop. I’ll do anything you wanna do, but… let’s check in. Real quick.”

He turned the points of his teeth into your trapezius, just a little nibble of annoyance. But he stopped, like you asked. He wrapped his arms around your waist and waited for the questions you used whenever either of you approached sex with cloudy heads.

Do you want to have sex with me, right now? That question usually made him laugh. Instead, he tapped your hand twice. Two for ‘yes’--what qualified, for you, as enthusiastic, non-verbal consent.

Are you in the right headspace to stop if I ask? Tap tap.

Can you ask me for what you need? Well… he didn’t tap, so you turned in his arms and draped your own behind his neck. You smiled so sweetly.

“Amendment, then: can you show me what you need?”

Bucky nodded, and continued to do so as he leaned in to kiss you. Your fingers stayed the kiss momentarily.

“Mmm. One more.” He would’ve growled, but you worried his bottom lip with your index finger like an apology. “Are you okay?” The question must’ve been waiting on the tip of your tongue for ages. You winced to even ask him. “It’s fine if the answer is still ‘no.’ I’m no less attracted to you, wolfman. And it doesn’t change that my own answers to all of the above are yes.”

He braced his hands on either side of your jaw. Was he okay? Well. No, short answer. But being poorly could exist in the same timeline as being wildly in love with his wife, a woman who never tittered over what a man ought to be. He could be sad, and hurting, and have the ability to vocalize those things die in his throat, and he was still the man she wanted. So as far as he ‘was’--grateful, lucky–‘okay’ could be sufficient, for now. Bucky pressed two kisses to your forehead.

You smiled with just a little wobble in your lip. “Okay,” you murmured. “Then, I would like for you to continue.”

Bucky reached around you to turn on the lamp beside your bed, while you handled the overhead light switch. A dim amber glow was preferred so you could see each other, always, without the harshness of the fluorescent bars which burdened the ceiling. Then, he sat on your bed. He beckoned you forward with two fingers. You stood between his knees.

He glanced up at you, and then nosed the fastening which clasped between your breasts. The plastic was flimsy. It snapped between his teeth. You lashed your fingers in his hair, and he huffed. You were making it very difficult for this to be a gentle operation. Bucky loosened your grip, unfurling your fingers one-by-one… and easing your hands to your sides. He pressed your palms to your thighs. Stay. You nodded when he made a cursory glance for understanding.

“Remember the first time you saw me like this?” The breath he stole from you by brushing his cheek against the swell of your breast made the question come out low. His own skin tingled. “I had this image of you completely clothed, and me…” Bucky nosed one half of your lacy bra cup out of the way. “Totally bare. Maybe I’m clairvoyant.”

Far be it from Bucky to prevent your visions from coming true. He grasped the knees of your sweats and yanked, tearing a little hole in one leg. You groaned. The number of clothing items he had replaced of yours from sexually-related impatience… small price to pay. You kicked off the useless pants, and your sweet panties followed. The remnants of your bra (no longer usable, given the shattered clasp) puddled at your heel. Bucky smiled around the bud of your nipple when you squirmed.

“God.”

He sucked, then relented. Tip of his tongue flickering. You flinched when he pressed the sensitive point against the edge of his teeth. Not biting, like you preferred. Your fingers tapped your bare hip like it was all you could do not to reach for him again.

“Go ahead, I–maybe I like it when I can feel your beard, too.”

He did what you asked, tugging the edges of the nipple with his teeth just enough to change the curvature of your breast. He hummed and released it. Your chest rose, and your breath held. Waiting for him to do it again, keeping those sensitive, rosy peaks well within his reach. It seemed the scruff made all the difference, how you felt about teeth, so. So. He pulled you closer, slotting his thigh between yours, and nosing the other, neglected nipple. Your knees lost the battle with gravity, so he held you up, not letting you sit on his leg where you would inevitably be able to relieve some tension. He nipped you just over your heart. The skin purpled. Bucky grazed his upper lip along the mark and you shook.

“Mmph. Jesus Christ. Yep. Yep.” He laved the mark, now red, to be certain that was what you meant. You whined. “I think you’re checking off several kinks today, baby. Such an overachiever.”

Triumph flared. He smirked. You rolled your eyes at his smug face, even as you arched into him. Bucky stood, taking you up, too. Your feet didn’t touch the ground. Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline, but he turned and laid you on the comforter. You pointed to the remote control, which laid on his side of the bed, against the wall. Bucky reached over you to retrieve it, but he froze when he looked back at you because your cheeks were fuschia.

“I’m in heaven,” you said, by way of explanation. One of you always said it, because being intimate together, however it happened, always was. But his heart swelled. He set the blanket controls to three (a pleasing coziness) at your request, which would warm the comforter from beneath. Then, he knelt.

He had never been a religious man, but the ritual veneration of his wife felt like prayer. And the cry he pulled from you, just from seeing how you like the rub of his cheek inside your knee, patched up the worry that he had nothing to give you. You were a miracle. You didn’t touch him like you usually would, staying your hands like he had requested, but your eyes crinkled.

“You’re too lovely,” you purred. “But I’m still chilly, can you–fucking hell.”

Four icy fingers into the crook of your knee ought to–there. Goosebumps rose across your skin. He wouldn’t take advantage of your heightened state with nerves at attention like that, oh no. He lifted your knee until your right foot was planted on the bed, and then trapped it there under his palm. You squirmed to be so open to him.

He had never given you a purple mark before where clothing would worry it, but the imprint of the inseam in your skin traveling from ankle and up seemed like a lovely place for such a token. He was repaying you, after all, for weeks of caring for him. The draw of that skin. It was his favorite part of your entire body. But then–there was something better, still, given how much you were struggling not to squirm, when his tongue allayed the bruise which you would undoubtedly be reminded of the next time you were clothed. He found a rhythm between sensations to give you, between lips and whiskers: Kiss, and then drag.

“Buck, honey–oh.” You were perched on your elbows watching him through heavy eyelids. He made eye contact. You whimpered. He pulled his mouth away from your skin, and settled himself, hands propping your knees on either shoulder. Bucky nuzzled each perfect thigh. He raised an eyebrow.

Is this what you were imagining? Is this good?

***

“More than good,” you confirmed, like you heard him ask it out loud. “It’s so good. Please.”

He was torturing you, and god–he probably knew it, but this obviously wasn’t just for you. He had been so sad, apologizing that he hadn’t had the mental fortitude to have sex recently… Bucky was lost if he wasn’t able to center his world on your happiness in any form. It made sense why he had been struggling; his brain no longer had need for certain traumas now that he wasn’t alone to deal with them. Trimming those things away was draining, more so for someone who had survived rigorous brainwashing. It meant his work to be better was successful. But it came with lows.

You knew he’d come back to you, and you were there to help him find his feet again.

And if this kind of intense indulgence helped him get there, you really could make that sacrifice. For your husband’s sake.

He flattened his tongue against your folds, and your hips bucked… They tried. His grip was so tight that you could do nothing but grab the comforter by the handfuls. Forget staying on earth. He loved this, always, but your man was having his first meal coming out of another realm and his devotion felt profound. Bucky’s cheeks brushed your inner thighs with every inclination of his head. It was too much. His practiced lips and tongue avoided the bundle of nerves which throbbed to be touched, but every hummed vibration in the back of his throat sent a shock straight to your clit.

When he did touch it, it was first with air alone. A portent of what was to come. And if that wasn’t enough, he changed positions quickly; your ankles crossed, just behind his head–vibranium bracketing bone so your heels promised to stay there. You would do whatever he wanted, let him manipulate your body any such way as long as he didn’t stop. Two of those cool fingers spread your folds. Then, he sucked. Little pulses, to remind you how much that sensation point deserved reverence. Zings of pleasure spread over every inch of you.

“You’re perfect,” you moaned. For that, his tongue delved. Teased. “Fuck, you’re so good at that. You should give lessons. Save the world.” That innate desire to be good reared its head in him. Two warm fingers pushed inside, and he sat back to watch your expression when he found your g-spot. He lived there for a while, worrying the pads of his fingers against the warm sponginess with short thrusts. It was overwhelming. Your fingers itched to hold onto him. You were bound to float off if you didn’t.

Your fingers grasped for him–his hair, his cheek. Anything. “Please can I touch you? Please, I–” Bucky leaned his cheek into your palm. He preened when your fingers delved into the hair long enough to tug. He returned to his task with his clear blue eyes locked with yours. There had never been anything sexier than this man, as he grazed his tongue over your clit once more. All you could do was grip his hair and feel.

It built from every corner of desire, your release. Your nerves were on fire. You were overstimulated and your husband knew it, and he still pushed you further. One more finger for a stretch. Relentless flickering with tongue to your clit–and then nothing, pulling every curse word out of you and even some never heard before. And then back to it like he’d do it forever.

When your climax hit, his palm kept your hips pressed into the mattress. Your vision went blue–then cosmic. He stroked you until the points of your nails retracted from his skull. You covered your face in amazement. You sighed. Laughed.

“Shit, baby.”

The bed dipped beside you. One eyelid was all you could muster opening. He stroked your cheek. “Hey,” you whispered. “There he is. I–give me like five minutes, an hour maybe, I am absolutely returning the favor.” He shook his head, but his grin made your heart thrum. “You don’t want me to?”

Bucky kissed your forehead. “Come on,” he murmured, inclining his head towards the washroom.

You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck. God… don’t cry, you urged yourself. He was here, present… when he was on the other side of it, you’d probably make a little joke about your pussy having healing properties, but for now, you just kissed his cheek. Bucky lifted you behind the knees.

***

One long bath later (shared, because he couldn’t stand to look at you pout any longer than absolutely necessary), you snuggled up beneath the pleasingly cozy blanket, scrolling through your phone with no intention of doing anything but be in hibernation with your husband. He had put on a record–Natalie Cole–on low, and he had Alpine in the crook of his arm. The cat was pleased to be freed from the confines of the washroom, especially with his favorite person available for maximum snuggles. He liked you, but Alpine lived for Bucky. Bucky rested his cheek on your hair.

“Scruff, huh?” His voice was raspy, but that ornery tone still came through. You blushed from toe to top.

“I’m not being funny, Bucky–it’s so hot. Like. Let that thing grow. I’m sold.”

“Not this length?” He gave your forehead a nuzzle to test the feel of said whisker length.

“Mmm. Longer. So it gets soft.”

“How soft?”

“Like… a tennis ball.” You peeked at him, and he was giving you the most skeptical and yet entertained look. “What? This is just a little too prickly.”

He shrugged. “Take a few weeks.”

“What’s a few weeks? No time at all.”

Hadn’t that been the mantra of your whole relationship?

What’s a few weeks apart/depressed/healing… growing a beard because your wife has a very strong fetish about it, now? Bucky smiled. He was content to just sit there with one arm around his little family for a while. When he spoke again, it was in conjunction with a kiss to your temple.

“Yesterday, I dug that scrapbook out from under the bed,” he said quietly. “With your notes in it.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes were glassy at the idea of him returning to those sentiments for comfort.

“Mmm. You’ve always been the answer. For me.”

“To?”

“Everything.” Bucky laced your fingers, left-palm-to-left-palm. “And… I deserve that. You.”

“You do,” you whispered. “Even when it’s hard. Okay?”

“Love you, doll.”

Things would be easier. And assuredly hard at times, but you would always be there to guide him through it. The burdens which the centurion bore on his back... they lightened. If he–the Asset–shaped James Barnes' century, you gave it wings. If there was anything you were allowed to be most proud about, that was it. Laying in your bed beside the man who deserved you, you felt that same peace you had found even before either of you knew why it existed. So did Bucky, if the light snoring in time with Alpine’s was any indication.

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