Alec staring at Magnus, staring, staring and staring…
Backup | theempathywithin
The evening had encompassed the day, forcing everyone to take shelter for the time being. Juniper, although struggling to keep her eyes open, was worried about Thor. He had expended so much of himself today, and Juniper was concerned that he was drained. Silently, she following him to the rooftop where he sat down peering over the vastness around him. He looked exhausted to say the least, something Juniper has never seen in Thor before. He continued to speak in hushed tones, and she wondered if she really should be encroaching in on this seemingly intimate moment.
His words were soft yet still seemed strong for Thor. It wasn’t like him to have a moment of silence, but in this instance it merited it. Juniper took this as her opportunity to interrupt. “Thor, your highness.”
She paused, waiting for him to turn around. “I don’t mean to intrude, I just wanted to check up on you. Are you alright?”
Thor looked up as the girl spoke, giving a little smile. “Little magician,” he mused, moving to pat the ground beside him as he sat overlooking the area. “We have all lost a lot this day. My brother was among the first to fall in Thanos’ rampage of the realm.” He looked back up at the sky, eyes tired as he watched the stars. “I was praying for their rest, for the strength to continue when our next battle is to be fought.”
“Just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold.”
— Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via gentlespeech)
Hey Mr. Stark? | themusechronicals
Juniper couldn’t quite grasp the entire concept that Tony has conceived. That’s why he is the mastermind and she was just someone in the foreground. Truthfully, she lived a simple life. Her adoptive father worked in an office, and her adoptive mother stayed home with them. Creativity and innovation wasn’t part of the norm. “Why do you need that? Isn’t what you have now state of the art?” She questioned, rather intrigued by Tony’s need for the best.
Tony shrugged. “I design the best. And when I find a small thing to fix, I fix it right away. Keeps everyone safer and makes it easier to go into a fight if I know everything is as good as it can be.” he explained. “I’m a bit of a perfectionsit, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now.”
Transition from Bucky to the Winter Soldier:
01. longing: first word. trigger of the process. he screams, not from pain, but horror because he is still aware of what’s happening to him and knows what comes next.
02. rusted: sense of hopelessness kicks in. realization that he cannot escape the chains, knowing he will turn into a puppet, a monster.
03. seventeen:
tries to breathe, to stay focused, calm, to slow down the process, but knows it’s inevitable.
04. daybreak: first painful trigger. word that can be connected to the torture he is enduring or painful memory from the long lost past. tries with everything he has to hold onto his soul.
05. furnace:
the winter soldier is trying to come to the surface, we see last real struggle of bucky barnes to stay himself.
06. nine: takes five words to delete bucky barnes from existence, but the process is not over just yet. pain is gone, and so are memories, heart, soul of someone who was not so long ago kind and loyal. the winter soldier hasn’t shown his face yet, this is in between phase, where shell of a human being is full of rage. wrath is first emotion that leads to the winter soldier.
07. benign: slowly becomes blank piece of paper that is ready for the last words before turning into a weapon. doesn’t struggle any longer, hands are not trying to break free, he is where he belongs.
08. homecoming: body is giving its all not to become the other, more vindictive, vicious, dangerous person. there is no bucky, just one last piece of conscious human mind trying not to give into torture. first sighting of the winter soldier. ultimate trigger that pushes him to the surface.
09. one: next to last stage. no conscious mind left. shaking and trembling have stopped. breathing slows down. machine is born.
10. freight car: words attached to his death, symbolize death of a human being, friend, brother, loved one, and birth of the weapon. every emotion, memory, sense of being self aware is buried deep down and it will take a long time before any of those resurface again. breathes in new air. eyes become dead. the winter soldier is ready for orders.
Affection | bowstrung
“It’s not that big of a deal, Magnus. You get used to it in my line of work. That’s why I don’t wear my nicer things during missions.” And the jackets, well…that was truly unfortunate, but he wasn’t complaining. “I’ll still get a new one.” Alec’s hand drifted up to Magnus’s cheek as he kissed him back, mouth moving gently to suck on his lower lip as he often liked to do. He hummed against him and nudged his nose against the warlocks. “You better,” Alec teased with a soft smile. “You know, that’s a little worrying. There should be some limit to that.” He reached out a hand to tug Magnus down toward him. “However, the same goes for me with you. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, hell and back, yada yada. All of that romantic stuff that people seem to eat up.” And if he was honest, he did to. “I do love you, you know. So much.”
“It’s a big deal to me, Alexander.” Magnus replied, but he was smiling as he set the torn jacket on a nearby chair. “Get a new one if you want, but I’ll still fix this one.” he countered, giving a low hum as Alec sucked on his lip. IT was a weakness Magnus had forgotten he even had until Alec had come into his life. He laughed quietly, reachign up a hand to rest it at the side of Alec’s neck. “Maybe worrying, but it’s true. I’ve waited centuries to find you, there’s not much I wouldn’t do to keep you coming home.” he answered, grinning at the words Alec chose. “You rather enjoy that romantic notion yourself, you know.” he teased, letting Alec pull him in and settling into his boyfriend’s side with ease. Cuddling Alec was very high on Magnus’ list of favorite things to do, after all. “I love you, too, Alexander. Never doubt that.”
You can do it. You can do anything. You’re the world’s greatest grandma.
Ant-Man and the Wasp (2018) dir. Peyton Reed
Anchor | lostshieldandhammer
Steve leaned up and kissed Thor softly, brushing his fingers along the other’s cheek as he pressed closer to him, sliding one leg over Thor’s mid-section and sighing softly at the warmth of his lover’s body against his own.
Thor smiled and tucked his face against Steve’s neck, nipping lightly at his love’s neck. “I love you.” he murmured, one hand sliding along the leg draped over his torso. “I will love you forever.” he swore, pulling back to kiss Steve fully, passion behind it as he pressed gently against his lover’s hips with his own.
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