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thestobingirlie · 7 months

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i don't ship stancy, im mostly indifferent to it, but i really don't get the lengths some anti-stancies, nancy stans (especially the ones that are massively anti steve), or r*nance shippers go to to discredit the stuff that happened in s4

"theyve been broken up for years" theyve been broken up for less than 18 months. Early November 84- late march 86 is about 17 months. Less than a year and a half. That's not long enough to qualify for the plural of "years". Saying that they've been broken up for years makes it seem like steve's in his 20s or 30s and is still pining over 'the one that got away' from high school. not a teenager that still has feelings for someone he's been broken up with for less than two years. its implied that nancy was his first 'serious' relationship. and based on what we know of his dating history post s2, his only serious relationship. its not unusual for there to still be some feelings there.

"steve wants to force nancy to have six kids even though she doesn't want kids/ a family." first nancy never said she didn't want kids/ a family, shes said she doesn't want to turn into her parents. steve never said he wanted nancy to birth six kids for him. he said he had a dream of having five or six kids and that nancy was there beside him. the number of kids doesn't matter. its him saying that he wants kids and to be a present dad. he wants a family and also doesn't want to turn into his parents, as its heavily implied that he's an only child with not great parents. Nancy said his dream sounded nice other than the six kids part. a more manageable number like maybe three kids could be the balance that would work for them.

"steve tried to get nancy to cheat on Jonathan despite knowing she was happy in their relationship." steve confessed his feelings to her in a life or death situation, after shed been showing some signs of being interested. he never said he wanted her to leave jonathan or that he expected her to just jump into his arms. he said he still had feelings for her in a high stress situation. and much of jancy's relationship in s4 doesn't read as happy. they've been together for 16-17 months, and almost half of that they've been in an ldr and they've had communication issues since before jonathan moved away.

sorry for they longs ask this is just something that's bugging me because i keep seeing this in the steve tag

i truly think so many anti stancies just hate steve, and that’s why all of their “explanations” just try to make steve look bad.

like saying it’s been years since they broke up. it’s been about a year and a half! and like you said, it’s pretty much his only serious relationship. according to joe keery, she’s the first girl to really listen to him. and he hasn’t had someone (romantically) like that since. steve was nancy’s first love (again, according to natalia). it wasn’t just some short thing. it was a serious relationship at a very emotional time.

also, i personally doubt that steve’s spent that year just pining for nancy, but they’re in a life and death situation, and i think all those feelings they left behind just came rushing back. they never truly got closure. it’s natural that being together, and fighting side by side and depending on each other would make everything between them come to the surface.

ugh the six kid thing is the bane of my existence (again, people use it to try to make steve seem weird, and pushy, and demanding). it’s so clearly a reference to the party lmao. like you said, nancy never said she doesn’t want kids, she said she doesn’t want to be stuck in a miserable relationship because that’s what everyone expects (which sounds more like s4 jancy tbh). and the crucial part of steve’s confession is that nancy is the most important part. not the kids. not the travelling. but nancy by his side. what matters to steve is that there’s love. which is what’s important to nancy too.

(and yeah. they ain’t having six kids LMAO)

yes!!! can people not confess feelings anymore without being accused of homewrecking two teenagers lol? he never said he wants them broken up. he thinks he may die!!! he wants it off his chest!!! nancy was, imo, the first to start the flirting, and steve figured… why not!

honestly couldn’t have said this all better myself.

#stancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #asks #anon

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ohbloggerimagines · 11 months

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HELLO

First of all the way you write rocket is genuinely amazing. Eating up everything you put up on your page with him.

And second, i was wondering if you would be ok with writing rocket x reader where reader comes out as asexual to him. And at first Rocket thinks the problem is him and the way he looks but the reader explains that there's nothing wrong to his looks, it's just how they are.

A little hurt comfort maybe where it's just a misunderstanding.

Hope you are having a good day and thank you

Here you go <3 I really hope this is kinda what you were thinking because I got VERY carried away

and if i implied anything in a bad way im sorry ;;

pairing: rocket raccoon x fem!reader

word count: 2,788

tags: gotg, rocket raccoon x reader, asexual, fem! reader, angst, swearing

You sat on the large couch in the common area, re-reading the book you had read probably hundreds of times at this point. You could hear the laughter of Peter and Rocket from the front of the ship, and every now and then the sounds of someone walking around on the upper decks.

“I’ll be right back, Pete.” You heard Rocket say, your eyes lifting from your book as you heard him making his way to where you were. “Hey sweets.” Rocket said, taking his usual spot next to you, “Hey Rocky.” You smiled, looking over at him. “That damn book again? You’ve just about ruined it for yourself haven’t you?” He chuckled, “No, no. It still reads the same way it did as when I first picked it up.”

You could tell by his eyes, he wanted something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping Peter, you know, steer and navigate and what not?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “Well,” He said quietly, scooting closer to you, “Pete’s got it.. I have some time,” He started, hand placed on your thigh and slowly creeping upwards. Your breath hitched, “Oh, uh, you know, not right now, Rocket. Maybe later tonight..” You said, seeing the disappointment in his face, his ears twitched ever so slightly. He pulled his hand away. “Alright.” He said, leaning back into the cushion. “That’s what you said every other night..” He mumbled, standing back up almost as soon as he was getting comfortable. “Rock-” You started, almost tempted to reach out to him. “No, I get it, it’s fine. Y’know Peter probably needs me anyway, gotta help him with his shit all the time.” He huffed, feigning a smile. You opened your mouth to try and stop him, but he just stared at you. You closed your lips, eyes darting back down to the book, listening to his footsteps almost hurrying back to the pilot area.

You dropped the book into your lap, hands cupping your face as you sighed heavily, trying not to cry. How were you going to tell him?

“I just don’t get it, man.” Peter shrugged, glancing over at the slightly irritated raccoon. “Why don’t you just ask her what's up?” “I don’t think it's that easy, Pete.” Rocket huffed, staring out into the darkness of space. “I mean, everyone has needs, she’s gotta come around to it eventually, right? I mean, yeah it's a little weird, y’know, you being a raccoon and all and she’s-” Peter felt the side eye from Rocket, “But she likes or loves you or whatever, soo..” “How do you do it?” Rocket asks, Peter raising a brow. “You boast about all these women you’ve been with, including Gamora, how do you get them to, y’know..” His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed to be asking this damn question. Peter snickered, “How do I get them in bed with me? Now Rocket, that is private information that I don’t think I want to share with you.” He teased, “But, I guess it’s just my charm.” When Peter didn’t get a response from the normally snappy raccoon, his eyebrows almost softened, feeling bad for his best friend.

“Look man, you gotta flirt with her and shit. Don’t be such an asshole all the time, like, tell her how beautiful she is, compliment her and stuff.” Peter shrugged, “I do!” Rocket threw his arms up, “Or at least I think I do. Am I that much of an asshole that she won’t even sleep with me? I mean I’ve tried, I’ve made moves, we sleep in the same damn bed half the time! She just rolls away or mumbles ‘not tonight’ again and again. Why the hell are you humies so stuck up sometimes?!”

Peter glanced over at him, doing one of those half ass-white Terran smiles. Peter was catching on to what you were feeling.

“What?” “Nothing, nothing.” Peter shook his head, eyes back on the literal space in front of him.

“You’re no help either, dammit.” He hopped out of his chair, “I’m going to talk to Drax.” Rocket waved his paw at Peter, climbing the ladder to the next level up.

Peter shook his head, thinking he had to go talk to you to try and figure this out and help his friend if he could.

“Drax!” Rocket banged on the large metal door, sliding open to reveal the tall, muscular man who resided behind it. “Yes?’ Drax asked, almost confused as to what Rocket could possibly need from him right now.

“Gotta talk to you.” The raccoon said, sliding past Drax, “And close the damn door, I don’t need anyone, especially Y/N to hear.” He relaxed hearing the metals connect to the closing door.

“So,” Drax started,

“How do you get a woman in bed?”

Rocket asked flatly, almost catching Drax off guard. “You came in here to ask me how to make love to a woman?” “No no, Jesus, not make love, I can do that shit, but how do you convince her in the first place? I mean you had a kid, obviously you know what you’re doing.” Drax sat on his bed, watching Rocket climb into the chair across from him. “You’re trying to have sex with Y/N?” “Yes! Duh, who the hell else? But she just..won’t.” Rocket shrugged, swaying side to side in the chair, “Well when I met my wife..” Drax trailed off, thinking for a moment about her. “We fell in love, and made our beautiful daughter. Maybe you two are not in love.” Rocket stared at him blankly, “We definitely are.” He said confidently.

“..Maybe it is because you are small, and hairy. And sort of ugly.” Drax stated, Rocket baring his teeth slightly at him. “Shit, you’re as much help as Pete is.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“Have you considered just asking?” Drax suggested, “Peter said the same damn thing. The hell do you guys want me to do? Just walk up all ‘Oh hey Y/N, wanna have sex with me?’ I don’t think so.” Rocket argued.

“Yes.” Drax said matter of factly.

“You know what, screw this.” Rocket jumped from the chair and made his way to the door. “And so help me Drax if you say a word to anyone about this I will claw your damn eyes out.” The door shut heavily behind a very disheveled Rocket.

“Y/N? Y/N!” You heard your name being called, the voice approaching from down the hall. You set down the dish you were cleaning and leaned out the door of the kitchen, seeing Peter poking his head into all the hallway doors looking for you, “What’s up?” You asked, raising your brow. “You free?” Peter asked, causing confusion on your end. “Uh.. yeah, why? Something happened? Need some help up front?” “No, I just have a question for you.” Peter walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter as you picked your dish back up and continued to clean. “Ask away.”

You could hear Peter swallow, almost nervous.

“Have you and Rocket ever..” He trailed off, anticipating you to start telling him ot fuck off and mind his own business. Instead you became ridgid, feeling all the color wash from your face. “I-I don’t mean to be intruding!” He tried to save himself from the awkward conversation ahead, noticing you tense. “Why?” You asked quietly.

“Well, ugh this feels so weird to talk about and I probably shouldn’t be but, Rocket came to me and like, asked how to get with a woman..in that..situation..because he said you wouldn’t..” His voice was quiet, almost like a child afraid to be scolded.

You let out a heavy breath, setting down your plate. “I know what you mean.” You didn’t even bother looking over at him.

“Do you even..want to?”

“Yes, well, no, but not no in a bad way. It’s just..I’m..” You dropped your shoulders,

“Is it Rocket?” “No, of course not. It’s definitely me.”

“Oh. I get it. Then why don’t you talk to him. Let him know..?

You let out an accidental laugh, “Ha! Easier said than done.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Pete, you know Rocket. How he reacts to shit.”

What you didn’t know was the keen ears of a raccoon had picked up on his name on your lips down the hall, stopping in his place to eavesdrop.

“I just can’t do that, I’m not into it, y’know? You seem to have figured that out.” You said.

Rockets ears pinned to his head, clicking his tongue, “Whatever..” He brushed off the hurt, continuing on his way down the hall, failing to listen to the next words out of your mouth.

“I love him, everything about him. But I just don’t feel those feelings. And I never really have for anyone, anything even. I don’t know if Rocket would believe me if I tried to explain that to him..” You rubbed your temples, Peter trying to think, trying to help the both of you.

“I thought I’d be able to figure this out if I heard both stories here but, you’re right, he’d probably just assume the worst. I really just think you gotta tell him. I know it won’t be easy, but he doesn’t know what to think, he’s confused as to why whenever he makes a move you shy away everytime. He needs some type of explanation, and you need to stop hiding it from him if you really love him.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head, a shaky sigh escaping your lips. “You’re right.” “Per usual.” Peter said coyly, earning himself a death glare, “Ok, sorry not the time for that. But, I’ll leave you to it then. I don’t know where he went after he brushed my advice off. He couldn’t have gone far.” Peter waved, “But it is getting late, he might’ve decided to head to your- his- the room for the night. I’m gonna do the same soon.” He suggested, leaving the kitchen and heading back to his captain seat.

Gotta tell him, don’t you?

This was a lot for you to decide.

You wanted to tell him, but then again it’s Rocket. Snarky, aggressive, jumping to conclusions, Rocket.

You had made your final rounds of checking on everyone before you headed to yours and Rockets shared room. Saying your goodnights and making sure doors were secured, lights that weren’t needed were off.

Were you stalling? Yes, for sure. You now knew Rocket had some type of suspicion about why you wouldn’t engage with him, and you became nervous to even enter the room, afraid to get either berated, interrogated, anything. You just weren’t ready to come out to him yet.

You slowly opened the door, prepared for what you thought was to come.

But nothing.

“You’re in here early.” You said wearily, noticing how calm he was.

That was unusual for him.

“Yeah, had some shit in here to do, figured get it done before Peter talks my ears off about getting it done.” His back was facing you.

Normally he would get up, hug you, kiss you, tease you, anything. But he was scarily..normal.

“Oh, alright. Sounds good.” Your nervous eyes darted around the room, searching for your pajamas to grab to get an excuse to go to the bathroom and escape the tense air.

“You left them on the bathroom floor when ya changed earlier.” Rocket read your mind, “Thanks.” You hurried into the bathroom, closing the door and letting out a heavy sigh.

Gotta tell him, gotta tell him. Dammit! Just tell him.

A knock at the door. “You good? I gotta piss, hurry it up.” Rocket almost hissed. You didn’t realize how long you had been sitting there.

“Sorry.” You practically tore off your clothes and got into your pajamas, opening the door and getting right into your bed.

How were you gonna approach this?

You heard the trickle of urine hitting water, your heart speeding up.

Gotta tell him.

The flush of the toilet.

The bathroom lights went out, and out came Rocket in his own pajamas, which was just a pair of loose pants.

He got back into his chair at his desk, the sound of screwdrivers hitting screws, wires snapping with electricity.

“So, um.” You started, picking at the skin around your nails. “I know earlier I said we could..tonight..”

You glanced over at him when his tinkering noises silenced. Ears twitched with irritation, flattening ever so slightly.

“I already know the damn answer. It’s no, again.”

“Yes, But, I need to tell you something-”

“Oh,” He spun, looking at you harshly, “I already know the damn answer.”

“You do..?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who told him? How did he find out? A god, he was a lot more mad than you thought he would be.

“I sure as hell do. And I don’t need to hear another word outta your damn mouth.” He snapped, eyes staring into yours.

“I didn’t think you’d be that mad about it.”

“You gotta be shittin’ me, Y/N.” He laughed.

You almost cracked a smile, assuming his laughter meant you had mistaken his anger.

But you were so wrong.

“You’re not into it, I know that now. Not into me, not into the way I look, I bet thats what it fuckin’ is. You just can’t do it.” He seethed, anger leaking from his tone.

“Wait, Rocky, what-?” You sat up into your bed. “Oh don’t ‘Rocky’ me. I heard you and Pete. I heard what you said. I love you, Y/N and you just go and say some shit like that? Ya just can’t do it.” He mocked you with the last line, turning back to face away from you to pool in anger.

“You were spying on us.” You mumbled. “It's hard not to spy when you’re just blurting names out willy nilly.”

“You didn’t hear the whole fucking conversation!” You snapped back, causing Rocket to shift in his seat and turn an ear to you.

“Oh yeah? And what else did you say? How much I disgust you? How you would never sleep with me? How I’m probably just some dumb idiot who-”

“Rocket! God dammit listen to me! You shouted at him, your tone laced with frustration.

He turned to you, placing his hands behind his head. “Fuckin’ speak your peace then.”

Your face dropped.

You had to do it now, with his attention.

“I..I’m..” You stumbled over your words getting caught in your throat.

“Right.” He scoffed, getting out of his chair. “I’m getting a drink.” Rocket made his way to the door,

Hand reaching for the handle..

Just say it.

“I’m asexual.” You whispered.

“What?” His ears perked up, body turning to you. “You’re what..?”

“Asexual.” You swallowed the nervous lump, waiting for him to start some shit.

“That's.. It? This whole time?” “A long time, actually. I just.. Didn’t know how to tell you..how you’d react.” His gaze softened as he made his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“So it’s..not the way I look or..” “Oh god no, Rock, I think you are the most handsome guy in the galaxy. You have an attractive personality, too. I just don’t feel those feelings like you do. And I’m sorry if I can’t give you what you-”

“Shut up.” Rocket said lowly, taking you back. “What?” “You don’t have to apologize, you idiot. You could’ve just told me. I would’ve been fine with it. I mean, I am fine with it. Just.. kinda mad it took you so long. Do you not trust me or somethin’?”

You breathed a sigh of relief, “I do trust you, I just assumed you’d be angry.”

“Well you know what they say about assuming.” He teased. “I’m just glad to know you don’t think I’m an ugly fuck or some shit.”

You tousled the fur on his head, “Of course I don’t think that.” “Thank god, your opinion is the only person’s that matters to me.” Rocket chuckled, sliding off the bed and back into his chair.

“Now c’mere, I need you to help me with this, and I want your beautiful dumbass next to me.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling up your own chair beside him, both of you leaning over the desk in the low light of the desk lamp.

“So, Y/N, when we’re done with this, can you um.. Educate me a little on the whole asexual shit? I’m tech smart, not that smart. Don’t wanna make a fool of myself.” He said softly.

“Sure thing, Rocky.” You smiled.

#rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon #gotg #gotg3 #rocket fic #peter quill #ansgt

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carcinized · 3 years

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(I’m Not) The Prince of Your Dreams

Ship(s): Romantic Analogince

Words: 521

Warning(s): nightmares, i guess it might trigger depersonalisation (sorta did for me), kissing (not on the lips), cuddling

AU(s): established relationship, canonverse

Notes: thank you @stardustanddaffodils for the title, ily!!!! also this was a request from six months ago sorry person im not good at doing requests, my creativity doesnt even listen to MY requests. also im hella out of it rn so if i missed editing or something or dont tag something idk thats why sjlfssa

Summary: Roman has a nightmare that he is mistaken for Remus. When he wakes up to his boyfriends on either side of him, he realizes all is okay.

Read it on AO3. (x)

The mirror was absolutely not meant to show this.

Roman had walked into the bathroom, intending to touch up his hair, and had found it far messier than before. Besides that… there was a white streak in it?

Eyes widened in the reflection of the mirror, eyes that weren’t Roman’s. He looked down at his outfit and recognized the black-and-green of it all easily. Unfortunately, his brain didn’t want it to be true.

He tried using his powers of imagination within the mindscape to fix his look, so stop himself from looking like Remus, the dark side of creativity. But his powers weren’t working. Whether it was because he was panicked and unable to focus or because he was weak, he wasn’t sure.

So he shakily turned around from the mirror, hoping that if he looked down at his body he’d be in his normal white uniform and red sash.

...No such luck.

Roman sunk down to his knees, burying his face in his hands and letting out a sob.

He sobbed for hours or minutes; He wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that sometime amidst the crying, an aggressive knock sounded on the door.

“Who is it?” he sniffled.

“Logan.”

Roman took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, standing up from his spot on the floor to unlock the door. “Logan?”

Logan looked him up and down. “Remus? You look as if you’ve been crying.”

Roman felt his heart contract. “I’m not Remus,” he whispered.

Logan frowned. “Sure you are. You look like him. Now, Remus—”

“I’m not Remus!” Roman shouted, and the mirror broke, making Roman scream.

Roman shot up, panting heavily.

He’d been dreaming, of course. Of course he had been.

“Princey?” a tired voice from beside him mumbled.

Roman blinked, drawing in a deep breath. “Yeah,” he replied. “Sorry, I just—Nightmare.”

“It’s alright,” Virgil replied, his words slurred with sleep. “Now c’mon, Logan and I will cuddle you to sleep.”

Roman turned to his other side, seeing Logan with his eyes still closed. He wasn’t surprised he’d woken Virgil but not his other boyfriend, as Virgil was a light sleeper who woke up any time Roman got up for a glass of water and Logan could probably sleep through the apocalypse.

Roman studied Logan’s face, knowing his nightmare had no reality to it. He didn’t hate his brother the way his nightmare implied, and Logan wouldn’t mistake him for Remus. Roman reached down and stroked Logan’s cheek softly, feeling his lips turn up into a gentle smile before he lied down. “Okay,” he mumbled, and Virgil’s arms came up around his waist, a nose burying itself into his shoulder.

“Ready to sleep?” Virgil asked, sounding more awake now. “Or do you want to talk about it?”

Roman considered. “No… I can sleep. I’m fine, just panicked for a moment.”

“Okay.”

Roman breathed in and wrapped his arms around Logan, pulling him close despite the nightmare. Logan didn’t protest, even humming a bit in his sleep. Roman sighed and pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. He would be fine; It had only been a dream.

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nomadicbeard · 5 years

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Hi! I saw on one of your posts you said that you used to be a stucky shipper. I actually started off as a stony shipper but then absolutely fell in love with stucky but I like both . I was just wondering what made you "jump ship" on stucky lol. Sorry if this comes across as annoying or anything im just curious!

Hey! As you can see a couple of people have asked me this over the last couple of weeks and I’m really lazy and haven’t got around to responding yet, but the people deserve an answer so here we go. Before we start a quick disclaimer: I’ll only be talking about the ships themselves, not the communities or any of the discourse surrounding them. This is not a ship-bashing of any kind and please do not take it as such, it’s just my own personal experience surrounding these characters and these relationships.

Buckle your seatbelts kids, this is a long one.

I first got into Marvel c. 2015. I’m European so I’d never really watched any marvel movies before that, I watched Age of Ultron on a plane and remember being vaguely aware the Steve/Tony was a thing (what is pretty interesting is that to this day I have no clue where that knowledge came from) but was mostly just excited by the superhero stuff. I then got home and watched The Winter Soldier and fell in love. I love the Winter Soldier, it’s probably still one of my favourite marvel movies (it got kicked out of its top spot by Black Panther last year unfortunately) and to me no other marvel movie could hold a torch to it at the time. So I came onto tumblr, searched up The Winter Soldier and was just inundated with Stucky stuff, as expected. I rolled with it, got invested just from constant exposure (it was also around the height of the Stucky ship) and as far as I was concerned, that was that. I was super into Stucky for almost six months and was pretty much your average shipper, I didn’t understand stevetony, loved Steve Rogers, was close to creating a Stucky sideblog wit some ridiculous pun as my username, I was gone over this ship.

Then one day, I sat down and read the man on the bridge by boopboop on ao3. You’ve almost definitely heard of it, but it was the most popular fic in the Steve/Bucky tag on ao3 at the time (for some reason I had just never got around to reading it until then, it was long and I didn’t have the stamina I have now). It was your pretty standard Stucky fic, Steve gets Bucky back, they have to deal with his trauma which results in Steve and Bucky declaring their long lost love for each other etc. etc. What was different about this fic, was that it was all told from Tony’s point of view, and since Steve and Tony were on the same team at that point, their dynamic was a huge part of the fic. And I found myself falling completely in love with Steve and Tony’s dynamic. I went back to the fic for this post (and god it is a good fic) and pulled up the first couple of chapters and instantly just found so many instances of that dynamic

(grade A stevetony arguing over each other’s safety with a side of flirting from Tony)

(Idk why but the image of Steve and Tony not going to sleep, but rather staying up and brewing coffee together was such a vivid one when I first read this fic, I still remember it to this day. )

(Tony picking Steve flowers while trying to desperately play off that he didn’t aka. Tony caring while trying desperately not to care)

(Everyone knowing that Steve would definitely come to Tony, apart from Tony himself.)

Now obviously, this is a stucky fic and I went into it knowing this, but I found when Steve and Bucky finally got together I felt honestly a bit bored, a bit cheated. I had no idea why at the time. I remember very clearly x-ing out of the fic at the end and feeling really uneasy, I came onto tumblr, went straight back into the Stucky tag and all was well.

When I next went back onto ao3, I started out with a couple of oneshots in the Stucky tag, but for some reason it wasn’t working for me anymore. I remember sitting there, a little bored, not at all invested in this relationship and just missing something. I figured I was probably missing Tony’s presence in the fic and so filtered in Tony Stark’s character tag. I read a few of those and all was well but I realised the same thing was happening as had happened in man on the bridge, the moment that Steve and Bucky got together, the fic lost something for me. Desperate at this point, and a little annoyed at myself I conducted an experiment and went into the Steve/Tony tag on Ao3 and as they say, the rest is history. If you go onto older posts on my main blog there’s a pretty drastic, almost overnight shift c. January 2016. I have to admit, I expected Civil War to be a conversion so I enjoyed stevetony without consequence for five months, while still labelling myself as a Stucky shipper because I expected to be pulled back to Stucky after civil war, the reality was that somehow I came out of civil war shipping stevetony harder than ever before. From there, I spent two years reading my way through the stevetony tag on ao3 and finally set up this blog in 2018, with a really obscure reference as my username and it’s been stevetony til I die ever since.

I just couldn’t read Stucky anymore. That’s what I mean when I say on this blog that stevetony has ruined me for every other ship, because it has. Steve and Tony’s firecracker dynamic pulled me away from what was fast on its way to becoming my favourite ship in 2015, all because they had a bit of banter on the side in a fic. It’s kind of depressing really, the sort of hold that Steve and Tony’s dynamic has over me,

It’s strange you say you fell in love with Stucky, I fell absolutely out of love with it. I have thought a lot about how I ended up falling into stevetony and why I was so drawn to them instead of Stucky in the first place and I think it all comes down the the story itself. To me, Steve and Bucky’s relationship carries much more weight as a friendship, I still have no doubt that Bucky is one of if not the most important person in Steve’s life, but having that be a lifelong friendship is way more powerful and impactful to me, (especially since what I know I misconstrued to be Steve’s obsession with Bucky is actually Steve’s obsession over the past. I’m not saying Bucky isn’t dear to Steve and he does want to obviously rescue him, but looking back on it there’s more to Steve’s obsession with Bucky than just love, it’s a fear of change and it’s him desperately trying to hold onto a past that’s gone.)

Conversely, I feel like adding a romantic element to Steve and Tony’s relationship enriches the story being told, if you look at something like civil war (either MCU or 616 tbh) in the context of Tony being desperately in love with Steve, it makes a lot more sense, especially with things like The Confession in 616 or the stuff brought up in that strange conversation in the conference room in the MCU. There’s lines from Steve like “I’m home/you gave me a home” or even straight up “he loved you” and his tormented behaviour throughout infinity war and endgame that just really makes you wonder, not to mention lines from others like “you two still gazing into each other’s eyes/sounds like both of you got into bed with the wrong people” and they did have to share a bed at Clint’s farm after all lol. The tragedy of their story is heightened if you look at it through the context of them being absolutely in love with each other, just never having actually got around to telling it to each other’s faces. This tragedy is heavily implied in The Oath/The Confession in 616 when they confess their deepest darkest secrets to the other’s comatose/dead bodies, and apparently it’s always been that they love the other person. Actually you could easily introduce a romantic element by making relatively few changes to the MCU, but that’s a post for another time (I have a long and comprehensive list in my notes app on how little you actually need to change to make that happen, it’s literally the matter of a few lines of dialogue and one major story change at the end of IM3, an interesting thought exercise to say the least).

Finally, there’s a quote that came up on my dash the day I made that fateful venture into the ao3 stevetony tag, “your soulmate isn’t someone who comes peacefully into your life. It is someone who makes you question things, changed your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone idealized, but an ordinary person, who managed to revolutionize your world in a second” to this day, it resonates so strongly with me about stevetony. It’s everything I love about this ship just compressed into a quote.

So yeah it was basically a bunch of happy coincidences, but thank god it happened. As a writer, stevetony has taught me so much about character and dynamic, stuff that is honestly invaluable. When you have long fics that basically detail the day by day life of Steve and Tony post-civil war in rural Italy and consists of them sleeping, crying and working through their repressed feelings (looking at you @silkspectred ), it is the characters and their unique dynamic that drive the entirety of the story. Steve and Tony, in the hands of a compelling writer, can keep me hooked over a frankly embarrassing number of words. I still have a bit of a special place for Stucky in my heart really, it did start me out in marvel after all and it was one of my first ever ships, but your first love is only so good until you meet your true love, not to get all sappy but stevetony has completely destroyed my ability to ship anything else. I might get a bit flirtatious with some other ships, like sambucky (I still love Bucky, and I love Sam!), or the riverdale ships (beronica and jarchie or bust), or even the game of thrones crack ships (daensa til the day we die), but I’ll always come back to stevetony.

So yeah this escalated into a far longer post than I intended to make but I’ve never really spelled out on this blog how or why I ended up jumping Stucky to Stony when I know it’s usually the other way around. I guess it just comes down to stevetony catching me out when I least expected it, and never having let go of me since.

#and WORD #jesus this is a long post #stony #stony meta #stevetony #what i should be doing: maths. what i'm actually doing: crying about stevetony. it's an average day #ask #answered #anon #idk whether to tag it as stucky or anti stucky tbh #i'm going with neither and pray i don't get shouted at #steve rogers #tony stark #superhusbands #long post

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years

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ardoria replied to your post “Some disordered Twisted Fate/ Graves thoughts”

God i think i dont remember all but their previous lore was a bit different and from my pov i know them for 5 yrs the "updated" lore is a bit off-putting but not really sure why. Also tf was called tobias foxtrot and not.... felix?? Ill never accept the felix i really dunno what happened there. Also yeah no shipping name... my friend and i call it twistedgraves but some call it lucky shot or something and yeah, theres A LOT of content especially here and at some point I reblogged it and im sure i reblogged all tg content i could find on here through the yrs but sadly i havent tagged all ;-;

Alot of content disapperead when tumblr hat a mental breakdown and its so sad tbh.... Also i fucking love the happier tone in their dynamics now like they really fukcing made up years ago and are working on their relationship i wish riot doesnt deny their HEAVILY IMPLIED relationship pls dont destroy the only good thing in life smh ;-;

yeah the name change is kind of weird -- I guess they really wanted to double down on the luck theme? but 'tobias foxtrot' rolls off the tongue better and also is waaay funnier to me, so I'm sort of making it a half headcanon for myself that felix is just his middle name. good ol’ lucky toby foxtrot lol

ah makes a lot of sense that a lot of it was lost to the nswf ban cataclysm! going through older tags still feels like walking through a haunted graveyard of glorious smut I know must have been here at some point haha

#ardoria

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palukoo · 5 years

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OKAY so... some of y’all may remember me from my wicked days back when I was youknewmyelphie, and I still post about it some but. there’s something I talk about A LOT in the tags whenever I see it so we gonna finally make a post about it because I am Heated.

so we all know that theater n musicals n shit are stereotypically gay (at least for men but that’s a whole different conversation) so it makes sense that wicked would make like pride posts and stuff, and they do

which is all well and good. please support us. but. but they get a disproportionate amount of praise for it, praise that they do not deserve. part of it is the whole “corporations make pride products for sales without really supporting us” thing, but to me at least, with wicked (the musical) it’s particularly egregious

(note: im not saying fuck anyone who makes wicked pride stuff or like the actors doing it, and honestly some of it is just timing and the show has already been written and they can’t super just rewrite it now [they could but i get why they aren’t] i just have problems with it)

because wicked, the musical, for as much as i talk about it being gay, is like, canonically straight pretty much. which, you know, i guess wouldn’t be that big of a deal if it wasn’t based on the books it’s based on.

so if we’re talking about glinda and elphaba here, they are not technically canon in the books. they say i love you and kiss (elphaba kisses glinda’s face is basically what it says i think) and it is heavily implied that they were each other’s most important relationship but it’s not canon (and beleaf me the way greg did it bugs me too but anyways) even though it’s hinted at (see interview with gregory macguire below, sorry i dont have the link i screenshotted this literal years ago)

so yeah, this isn’t like,,,, great canon wlw rep, BUT the musical (and yes, it is shorter but still) takes out A LOT of the subtext between glinda and elphaba (in part because of how it completely changes their characterizations but i digress) which... already really doesn’t sit right with me

but let’s just forget gelphie for a moment, let us instead talk about crope and tibbett. which, again, their book characterization and means of representation is.... flawed, but. okay, its been a long time since i read the books so i went to my good friend wiki which says this:

“Crope and Tibbett are two characters exclusive to the novel, Wicked: The Life and Times of The Wicked Witch of The West. Both are friends of Boq, who he meets while working a summer job at the Three Queens Library. It is implied that they are both gay and may be a couple. They are both from the Emerald City, are flamboyant, and enjoy wearing costumes.”

I feel like it’s pretty explicit that they are gay because it talks about them swooning over men and there’s other stuff but anyways. Look, Winnie, Stephen, i’m not saying you should have made them main fucking characters but in the book they are there about as much as like pfanee (sp?) and co so you coulda just had them being there, being gay, which also isn’t like great queer rep, but YOU KNOW, at least it’s fucking something

but no. you know what the wicked musical really does for the community? the representation it really gives us? fucking nothing.

and that, on it’s own, is enough to piss me off, because this is fucking musical theater, i would argue they should ADD gays, there’s practically no risk to the show (theater’s gay history [okay with women it’s different because there are like 4 musicals that even mention wlw BUT], the general liberal-ness of theater compared to other media (in some ways, at least), the gay history of wizard of oz via judy garland, etc) AND IT WAS ALREADY THERE, WRITTEN FOR YOU

i still wouldn’t like it, but i’d get not making gelphie explicitly canon, but you really went the fucking extra mile and took away the majority of the existing subtext

so fine. that’s fine. that’s fan fucking tastic live your lives write your shows like fuck you for it but i can’t stop you

BUT THE NERVE, THE GODDAMN AUDACITY

of after screwing us as a community over so spectacularly in terms of representation and then acting like you fucking support us? acting like you’re fucking allies? acting like you’ve done a damn thing for us? i’m sorry that’s too fucking far.

i understand it, i do. you look at the fans, a lot of us are queer. you look at the fic, at least on ao3 for book and musical it’s mostly gelphie. you want to appeal to your base, so you market pride stuff and make pride posts and all that. it works. we go crazy for it.

but you don’t get that right, okay? because the way you wrote this show, it doesn’t feel like you’re fucking proud of us, okay? i don’t feel like you’re defying any fucking homophobia or hate or whatever, and i’m not even gonna start on the irony of making elphaba a racism metaphor while whitewashing fiyero. it feels like you don’t wanna deal with the consequences of actually defying anything, you want to get and know keep you’re cushy long running show status and you throw us these meaningless marketing bones that the average person won’t see and so it won’t impact their experience with the show and you act like you’re helping us when you really really aren’t, you’re not even giving us fucking scraps you’re taking them away

get off your meaningless rainbow high horse wicked and admit that you fucked up and then we can talk. you can get my fucking respect for your “ally” ship and pride posts when you’ve earned it. until then, fuck you

#wicked #long post #sorry yall the mood for june is gay rage #gelphie #(i guess)#this is probably incoherent im just so. tired

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