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rillils · 5 months

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imagine post endgame bucky having to go alone, without someone to support him, to say sorry to all the people whos family he killed and he keeps saying that he didnt have a choice as his excuse

and he keeps thinking that its not a good enough excuse, that hes not good enough

no, you see, you see!! one of the things that made me uncomfortable about their treatment of Bucky, back when I was watching tf*ws, is precisely this

gonna slap this under a cut because BOY I have things to say

I WWILL NEVER STOP BEING MAD ABOUT THIS. I MEAN.

deciding that he has to apologize for all those deaths implies that he murdered those people willingly, while he was perfectly aware of his actions, of their consequences, and just did it anyways. so now, you know, he has to "atone for his sins", or make amends or whatever. so we're just going to send him off to those dead people's relatives to immolate himself because of course that's the only right thing to do. BUT idk, say what you will, this entire concept just sits wrong with me, I can't help it.

like first of all, we're acting as though killing all those people was a conscious choice on his part, as though he were completely 100% in control of himself and actively chose to murder a bunch of people, just because it suited him or something, when we know, WE FUCKING KNOW, WE HAVE BEEN LITERALLY SHOWN THIS, IT'S A RECURRING THEME IN AT LEAST 2 OF THE CAP MOVIES, that THIS. was NOT. the CASE. and fuck anyone who says any different tbh, mcu included

second, they might argue that by walking up to the victims' relatives and apologizing, Bucky's giving them closure or something, but. just. look at this from their point of view, right. as far as they're concerned, this is the guy who murdered their loved ones in cold blood, and he's just! walking free! getting away with murder(s), apparently without suffering any consequences whatsoever for all his crimes and all the grief he has caused. is that REALLY gonna give anyone closure? or is it just going to hurt them more/make them even angrier/unnecessarily reopen old wounds when there's nothing, really, that can heal or soothe them at this point, but rather just make them more painful than they already were????

so, it doesn't give them closure. and it sure as fuck doesn't give him closure, either.

they send him on this horrible, tragic, terrifying, sad errand, and all he gets out of it is torturing himself some more. seeing the pain and the hatred for him on all of these people's faces, the moment he says "yes, it was me, I pulled the trigger, I killed this person you loved". like, torture, yes, torture!! that's all this is!!! that's all it earns him!!! no peace of mind, no sense of closure, no hint of forgiveness! just more pain!!!!!!

just. I just hate this, you know, I just. I really, really hate this. I especially hate how, as you said, the way they insist on him having to personally apologize is just going to make him feel like his own hardships (aka being physically and emotionally tortured until he broke down and had his identity, agency and free will stripped away from him) were just "an excuse". as though a victim (because THAT'S what he is, THAT'S what he always was, a victim himself) needed an excuse for all his suffering. as if he brought it upon himself. as if he was "asking for it".

nah, all of this, it's just going to make his sense of guilt grow stronger and deeper over time, making him feel even more Unworthy (unworthy of love, unworthy of acceptance, unworthy of living a normal life after everything he's been put through, unworthy of friendship, unworthy of being seen as a whole person, as a human rather than a murderer) than he already felt before, making his own pain so overwhelmingly powerful that he might end up feeling like his entire existence is a mistake, and everybody would be better off if he just wasn't around anymore. and that's just so horrifying that I refuse to contemplate it.

#stucky just stucky #personal #like most of the time i feel like they just *hate* him down at the mcu quarters you know #it's like all they're interested in doing with him is just 'hey let's see how much more crap we can throw at this character'#just for funsies lmao #and i'm not even going to touch on what they did to steve (and - by proxy - to bucky himself) or i'll never shut up at all #i'm really sorry i went on a tangent honey #i just have way too many feelings about this 😭😭😭

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midnightmah07 · 20 days

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What’s your favorite thing about ruggie

Oh my goodness I LOVE THIS QUESTIONNNNNN UH I THINK–

There's like so many things I absolutely love about his character AHHHH– if I must choose a few is just how family oriented he is? I myself am very family oriented so it warms my heart to see someone in this game having the same heart towards family as I do! I don't think most people notice, but just stop a little to notice how fondly he speaks of his grandma, how caring and brotherly he sounds when talking about the kids in his neighborhood... He's just🥹 I love that about him!! And I'm so certain if his mama survived he'd be a mama's boy exactly like Deuce is<33

I also love how hardworking he is! I struggle a lot working for the things I want in life because I tend to feel lazy and procrastinate a lot to the point that it became my norm and it's very hard for me to stop being like that bc of how used I am to this,,, so I just really admire hardworking people and people who have a goal and are super determined to reach it!! Like I wish I was like this!! (and I want to try to be!) I love that how despite everyone putting him down because of his background and the fact that he's a hyena beastmen and despite his situation he still wants to be better!! To give a better life for his granny and for him himself to live comfortably!!! It's just!!! I love him!!! Like he's not just money or food obsessed for nothing there's a clear reason why he's like that!!!

Sorry I went on a tangent🤧 there's so so many other things I adore about Ruggie but I. Should probably shut up. Lskdodjs ty for asking honey!!

#💙! mah's answers #💙! z<3

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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 1 year

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Don't Worry. I'm Just Sleeping. Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summary: since I'm in my fanfic writer era, I saw the photo above and wanted to write about it. The reader and Roger just have some cute moments together.

Warnings: Pretty clear, no smut or suggestive talk beside a comment at the end, Roger vents a little, just really fluffy.

Note: I really appreciate feedback in the comments, so if you liked it I'd love for you to comment!

Enjoy!

You always hung out with the band in the studio. They loved it when you gave your input on their sound. Roger especially loved it. He loved watching your eyes light up as he roars into a microphone or as his limps bashed down onto his drums.

He also got worried at times. No, not worried. Nervous. He was always insecure about his music, and he was definitely self-conscious about his solo music.

It didn’t matter to him if the critics or fans didn’t enjoy his music. All that mattered was that you liked it. He often kept song ideas away from you out of fear of you not liking them. You always had to beg him to play his latest new idea on his honey-coloured telecaster.

Roger was sat, or a more appropriate term would be laid, on the couch. It was upholstered similar to the tweed jacket Freddie wore, scratchy and rather unappealing.

The boys were off on a coffee run, so Roger had allowed himself to take a break. You sat in a swivel chair across from him. You watched intently. He wore a pair of flimsy headphones plugged into a walkman cassette player.

You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not. He looked like an angel. Your eyes trace along the heavy curves of his eyelids, trailing down to the slope of his nose like a ladybug leaving a trail of breadcrumbs with her army of ants following behind.

Your gaze lands on his lips, soft and pillowy from appearance, but you knew they were chapped and on the verge of peeing from the long hours of working with minimal water breaks and not a stick of chapstick in sight.

The walkman rests atop his chest as it slowly moves up and down with the rhythm of his calm breathing. You wanted to breathe him in. You journey farther down his body to his lower stomach and hips area. His circle sunglasses lay in his lap. He loved those sunglasses. They always reminded him of his idol, John Lennon. You remember comforting him after Lennons' death. He cried for almost an hour, and you couldn't help but cry with him.

You were secretly undressing him as you gazed upon his sleeping, or not sleeping, body. You were reminded of Schrödinger's cat. Schrödinger's cat is a quantum mechanics theory that states that if you put a cat in a box with something that could kill the cat, such as poison in a glass bottle, and the glass bottle was to be shattered at any random moment, the cat would be exposed to the poison. In a sense, until you opened the box, the cat was considered both alive and dead.

This was the exact paradox you were in at the moment, but rather than it being a life or death situation for an innocent feline, it was to be if your boyfriend went for a nap or not. You wanted an answer to this unfeasible situation. You could approach Roger and scratch his little blonde head like a cat, then go off on a tangent about the theory and bore his ear off. You could wake him up with a kiss on the lips like Sleeping Beauty, which he was close to if he hadn't cut all his hair off.

You chose a much more exciting and devious option.

You stand up from the padded office chair and walk across the room to Roger. You gently pick up his glasses from his lap before replacing them with yourself.

Roger jumps out of his skin. He jolts upwards, his big blue eyes shooting open. He prepares his fight or flight reaction before he sees your pleasing face.

“Jesus, Y/N… scared the shit out of me,” he laughs breathily. “Sorry, sleepy-head,” his hands rest comfortably on your hips as if they were drawn there by magnetism. “Wasnt sleeping,” he claims, and you laugh. “Looked like you were,” you say.

An uncontrollable smile becomes plastered across his face. He tries to hide it, but the similar grin your mirrored back at him made it impossible to keep it concealed. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasnt,” he says.

“Schrödinger's cat,”

“I’m sorry?” he asks and you explain the theory to him.

Roger laughs at your little fact. “You always have the strangest things kept up in that pretty mind of yours,” he hums. “Stop hanging out with Brian, though. Don’t need no nerd stealing my girl,” he says. You feel the small hint of jealousy grow in his grip.

“It wasn’t Brian. I learned it myself. Its pretty interesting, actually,” you say.

“Still, stay away from that poodle,” you burst out into laughter. “Roger, thats so mean!” you say and playfully hit his chest. “Funny, but mean,” you giggle.

“Ah, get over here,” Roger hums as he pulls you down to his chest. You lay comfortably on top of him as one han rests on the small of your back, the other in your hair. You sit in silence for a moment, just listening to eachothers soft breathing.

“What were you listening to?” you ask, gesturing to the walkman near his shoulder.

“Beatles,” he says, showing you the empty The Beatles ‘White Album’ cassette case.

“Which song?”

“Errr-” he skims through the list on the back then checks the track number on the walkman. “Bit funny. ‘I’m So Tired’, but I was not sleeping!”

You laugh out loud. “I was so right,” you grin. “No you werent,” you shot him a look, and he apeared almost frieghtend. “Okay, okay. You were right,” he chuckles. “Much better,” you hum and rest your face in the concave of his neck.

You inhale his cologne. It was musky and sweet all at once. From his hard yet effortless drumming for the album, he had a dried layer of sweat on the back of his neck. Your breathing was almost as weak as a vacuum cleaner on its last suction breath.

Roger runs his nose through your hair. You felt so comfortable in his warm embrace. He never wanted to let go, but he knew he would have to. You weren't safe from judgement or harm in the comfort and solace of your own bed. You were sitting on an ugly couch in the recording studio, and the guys were about to come through that door with the coffee and force this simple yet beautiful moment to end.

“I'm exhausted, love..." Roger painstakingly whispers. "I know you are," you say. They had been working on this album nonstop. Roger would come home every day, uncomfortably hunched over himself as he crawled into bed. It was exhausting to hear constant bickering and arguments about whether it should be an A# or a B#. It was worse than going on a tour.

“We can go home soon, baby, I promise,” you tell him. “This isnt home.” he mutters. You were almost shocked by the sudden sterness in his voice. “I love Montreux, believe me, I do. But this isnt home. That house isnt home. I want to go back to london…” he sounds like a lost child, and it pained you to hear him so helpless.

You sigh. You didnt have an explanation or solution for Rogers yearning for home. They had to work on the album. You had no control over that, Roger did, and if he didnt, then their manager did.

“Our house here is better than nothing at all, right?” you try to lighten the mood. “Im grateful for everything, Y/N. all the success, I’m glad I have a roof over my head, and I’m over joyed that I get to live under the same roof with you every day. I just want our bed again,”

“I want that too, Rog…” you place a shaky kiss on his jaw.

You exchange a quick 'I love you' before falling silent again. You knew you'd be in his embrace when you awoke. You didn't have to worry about losing him.

His chest drops rapidly as he exhales from the small sense of comfort. As you melt into his body and become one with his physical self and soul, you begin to fall asleep on his chest. Even though you knew you'd be woken up in a matter of minutes, you wanted to sleep. Even a few hours of sleep with Roger was bliss.

#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor fanfic #roger meddows taylor #roger taylor fandom #roger taylor queen #roger taylor fluff #roger taylor fanfics #queen band #fanfiction #queen band fanfic #queen fandom

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mymarifae · 3 years

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any thoughts on. Krerdly .

well i think. it is funny as hell. and my criteria for any ship is "it has to be funny" so.

it's cute! i can see it happening in a while. the game has established that kris and berdly do play games together, so i don't think their relationship is like, super full of animosity currently. like, why would they hang out lksgdbiohdfkggkfnj but they do seem to butt heads a lot and *gestures at berdly* *gestures at kris* both of them have more... important issues to work on. don't think dating is exactly on the tables for either of them right now

this isn't shade against anyone who creates scenarios in which they start dating the very next day after the cyber world adventure but yes it is. sorry. a year or two from now though? yeah sure

um however people get weird about it very fast. i saw that comic where the player forced kris to date him and what is wrong with yall. there's also something wrong with all the people who have kris date him just to spite the player. can we just agree to leave the player out of kris's theoretical love life like let's. not ever drag that in. it sucks. thanks.

(tangent - i think fake dating is the most absurd, uncomfortable stereotypical fanfic trope in existence. no one fucking does that. it really really comes off as "these people are in close proximity to each other a lot and thus develop real romantic feelings for each other after faking them for a week" which is so... no relationship works like that. can't any of you just write friends to lovers like normal people)

THAT ASIDE i do think it can be sweet. let them establish their friendship more and let them deal with their respective problems with the support they need and berdly learn to listen to your friends you're killing me honey and ^^ 'tis cute. just some awkward high schoolers stumbling around their feelings for each other

i think it's funny when you take into account that susie and noelle are watching kris and berdly go through the same exact thing they went through two years ago. horribly awkward crushes, very very very very bad flirting, they can both tell that the other is interested but neither of them know what to do with this information so they just sit there . kris asks susie for advice and she's like "???? remember how you kept telling me i'm really bad at this before noelle and i started dating. what happened. i thought you were the smooth talker here" and kris is like Listen. L i s t e n. it's different now 😭

ya. it's cute it's funny it works. not so gently smacking almost everyone away from it though i hate the lack of critical thought

#i think the focus on krerdly over suselle is vaguely uncomfortable too like ok. the canon wlw ship not good enough for you or?#also *rubs my temples* didn't want to get into in the post but there is a distinct lack of nuance with berdly's character #it's either 'this kid is literally hell incarnate' or 'uwu berdly my soft anxious boye who has done nothing wrong squee'#his character is not so deep that he is literally like. a lesbophobe. but he's not a perfect innocent little baby either #this is often disregarded for the sake of shipping him with kris which i don't like #basically yes i think they're cute but i'm the only person allowed to write about berdly great THANKS #mailbox

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meangirlsx · 6 years

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Can I get a DEH ship please? I'm medium height, with honey brown eyes and light brown chin length hair, I'm 100% bisexual Hufflepuff! I love drawing and painting and listening to music! I have social anxiety so I'm kinda awkward, but once I open up I'm very outgoing and happy. Im pretty honest, so if there's something on my mind I'll usually say it. love all things nature. Animals are probably my favorite thing in the whole wide world besides my friends and memes.

I ship you with Evan Hansen!

How you met:

Evan had been watching you for at least a week

Partially because he thought you were cute, but mostly because he noticed that you seemed nervous and aware of the world around you the way he was

He really wanted to get up the nerve to talk to you

He was sure you would hit it off or at least be able to bond over your shared experience

One day, on his way to lunch, Evan saw you sitting in the hallway alone with your lunch

That wasn’t normal for you, that much he knew

His concern for you suddenly felt more important and stronger than his nerves, so he walked up to you and asked if you were okay

You told him it was just a weird day and you didn’t feel up to walking into the cafeteria alone, at least not just yet

Without another thought, he asked if you wanted to walk with him and join his friends for lunch

Since that day, you would always meet up before lunch and walk together

How you got together:

A couple weeks later, on Evan’s usual pre-lunch walk to you, Jared joined him

Jared, having no idea where your locker was or how close they were to you, spoke without thinking as they came around the corner and he said, “Evan, you’ve been picking up Y/N at her locker like her boyfriend for weeks, now. When are you going to ask her out so you can finally make it official?”

Evan’s face went red as his eyes locked with yours

He began to stammer, trying to say that he didn’t like you, Jared was just trying to be funny, anything, but coherent sentences wouldn’t come

So he muttered something about a phone call and his mom and booked it outside

You looked at Jared

He just looked confused and uncomfortable

So you turned to go after Evan

You found him sitting against the wall of the school near the front door, breathing heavily

You slowly sat beside him and saw that he was shaking, so you reached out and lightly took his hand

He looked up at you, and he looked sad and scared and humiliated, and your heart broke a little

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I didn’t want you to find out at all. I totally understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

You gripped his hand tighter and smiled before telling him you liked him back

He looked like he could feel his heart soaring

When the two of you walked up to your friends in the cafeteria a few minutes later, hand in hand, Jared’s jaw d r o p p e d

Headcanons:

You find some peace in painting and drawing and help Evan find peace in writing

You also love listening to music together and finding peace that way, too

He really loves that you’re honest so he never has to worry that you won’t tell him something and he can always help if something is wrong, even if it’s something he did

He loves that you love nature as much as he does and you frequently go out together to go on hikes or visit a garden or sit in the orchard

He adds you to Facebook groups he’s in for botany and sends you texts with pictures and names of all the trees and plants he would love to eventually have at his own house that he hopes to share with you

He also sends you texts with pictures of all the animals he would love to own again with you

Your love of memes makes you a hit with Jared

Evan doesn’t always appreciate when Jared gets you on a tangent because he would prefer to have your attention, but he loves watching you be so happy and so friendly with Jared

It makes him realize how amazing you are to your friends and how easy you are to be friends with and to love and that sends him on an inner monologue of all the things he loves about you

#evan hansen ship #dear evan hansen ship #evan hansen headcanons #dear evan hansen headcanons #meangirlsx ships

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