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LISTEN: if you secretly ship my muse with yours you have to hit me on the head with a tack hammer like: Hey stupidface let’s have them smash their lips together” because I am anxiously clueless half the time I ship stuff alone.
Hey guys, I dont know if anyone is still following this dumpster fire of a blog, but if you are, and youd like to do a thing, lmk
ofdarcyiisms:
Oof, has she mentioned the nice voice? Like velvet and dark chocolate? No? Well, it’s a thing and Darcy is here for it. She grins at his compliment on the smell. “Well, thank you. Grandma Lewis would be proud her recipes are still getting put to good use.” At his offer, she pulls plates and silverware from the cupboard and sets them onto the counter. “You can set the table if you like.” All of her dishes a mismatched, things she’s seen in little second-hand shops and picked up. She’s gotten into the habit of going once a week, and her tiny apartment is littered with kitschy items.
She has this moment as she stirs the mac and cheese, this realization of how unerringly domestic this is. She made this guy dinner. He’s setting her table. She reaches for her glass of red wine and takes a sip to distract herself from the way that thought makes her heart pound. “I have wine if you’d like some,” she tells him without turning as she spoons the noodles into a serving bowl and turns to set it in the middle of the table. “Merlot and meatloaf don’t sound like they’d go well together, but I promise they do.” She offers him another small smile as she shifts the meatloaf from the pan to a serving plate.
He tried to ignore the funny feeling in his stomach at that response. These were her gandma’s recipes? This felt so domestic that it both made him deeply uncomfortable and left him deeply wanting the sort of closeness and home he hadn’t had in a very long time. Many, many decades, according to everything he’d read about what had happened since… well, whatever happened on that train. Bucky didn’t like to think about it.
He takes the dishes and starts to set the table, making no comment about the mismatched plates. It’s sort of sweet, actually. In indication that she doesn’t require perfection to enjoy something. Maybe someone. Or maybe he’s reaching too much for something, he’s not quite sure. Either way, even thinking of himself as ‘imperfect’ was wildly generous. “Don’t Italians drink wine with everything?” he says. “I’ll have some if you do,” he adds. No danger there. It was incredibly hard for him to get drunk unless he was guzzling hard booze. “This is really too much. I expected maybe leftovers, if I was lucky, not this whole spread.” He huffs the barest hint of a laugh. “Not that I couldn’t finish half the table alone, but…” He shrugs.
Darcy pulls another glass from the cabinet and pours him a generous glass of wine, moving to set it on the table with a soft chuckle. "Well, I'm only part Italian, but there's some Irish thrown in too, so I can pretty much always do with a drink."
It rolls off her tongue a joke, but shame immediately flushes her cheeks. Great, she thinks dimly, now he's gonna think I'm some kinda lush. Which, if she's completely honest with herself...
"Anyway, I was planning to make this today anyway, since it's been a little chilly, and I used to cook for a few roommates, so I dont know how to cook for just one yet." It was mostly the truth, but also partially that he's been eating her leftovers for a while now, probably microwaved, and she'd wanted to make him something fresh for dinner tonight. "So hush, let me cook for you, and grab the salad out of the fridge for me, please. It's the big wooden bowl on the top shelf with a kitchen towel over it. It's already prepared, just sit it on the table while I cut this."
Normally, she might not be so pushy, but she rather senses if she tiptoed around him, he would get squirrelly and uncomfortable. Better to treat him exactly as she would one of her friends, as that's exactly what she Hope's they'll become.
Well...a little more, if she's honest, but hell, she's only a woman and holy crap, he looks like all of her best fantasies rolled into one, with the added benefit of being a genuinely nice guy. Yeah, in danger of a crush, here.
honcymoonave:
blakesmilitia:
i’m always a slut for a christmas au
“i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside”
“i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years” SNOWBALL FIGHTS
“hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that’s just embarrassing? step aside i’ll handle this”
person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)
“you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”
“YES I BOOBY TRAPPED THE PRESENTS BECAUSE YOU DO THIS EVERY FUCKING YEAR”
“i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW”
I KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
MY MOM KNITTED YOU A JUMPER
“we’re strictly ‘platonic’ but we’re snowed in omg we’re gonna have to repopulate the earth”
“i slipped on ice outside your house and you ran out barefoot to help me quick let’s get inside under a blanket”
“’it’s a wonderful life’ aww it sounds so cute babe sure we can watch it! *30 mins later* “YOU MONSTER”
“we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other…”
“YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE”
TREE DECORATING (bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong omg why am i in love with you)
“we took our kids to santa’s workshop and they both wished we would get together” FRIENDS AU - “our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl”
“we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now”
DRUNKEN CAROLLING (”that’s not a thing” “oh yes it is”)
TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute)
“there’s a storm and omg i’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before christmas”
PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF
“i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”
#very serious movie
bonus:
HOW has this GIF set NEVER come across my dash before
“We’re all going to die.”
“You need to be more positive.”
“We’re all going to die, but it will probably be very quick.”
when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me
Full paragraph hurts even more.
“ (…) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
ofdarcyiisms:
Okay, so Darcy was definitely not expecting to develop a crush on her next door neighbor when she moved in. Romania had been a spur of the moment decision, because she’d had family from there, because it was off the map, so to speak. Jane had tried to talk her out of her hiatus, but after New Mexico and London and then the disaster in DC, she needed a break. She even leaves her cell phone off most of the time, only uses it to update Jane so she won’t worry, has been catching up on books she’s been meaning to read for years.
But then she saw the dude next door. And oof, was he hot. But he also had this look, like a kicked puppy, cautious and wary of people, but with this glimmer of hope underneath, like he secretly wanted someone to see through the frown, the rigid jaw, the ball cap pulled low, and like him anyway. And Darcy? Darcy has always had a habit of adopting strays.
So, she begins sending over food, leaving notes to encourage him to help her finish the meals she invariably makes way too much of, used to cooking for her and Jane and Ian and Erik and sometimes Thor. She’d left a note tonight encouraging him to come share the meatloaf she’d made, with pasta sauce and cheese in the middle the way her grandma used to make it, and if, when the knock comes at the door, she peeks in her bathroom mirror, makes sure her hair, hastily pulled up into a bun, looks more ‘fashionable casual’ and less ‘homeless Miss Trunchbull’, her mascara isn’t smeared down her face from sweating over the stove to make homemade mac and cheese - she has an addiction to muenster okay, it goes with everything - well, that’s her business.
Darcy pulls open the door and a grin breaks across her face to see Iosif standing there. “Hey! No, you’re just in time. I just pulled the meatloaf out to rest, and the mac and cheese is already done.” She steps back to let him in. “And I know, I’m in Romania, I should be eating local, not like a tasteless American, but today just felt like a perfect day for some good, old fashioned American comfort food. And I have some cinnamon crumble cake I made last night for dessert.”
Oh god, that smile. Bucky tried not to react, and definitely to ignore the little tug in his chest at the way she looked at him, as he stepped inside. He was overwhelmed almost immediately with a warm feeling. He couldn’t place it until she started describing the food. It was all so familiar, in spite of him having not eaten food like that for… as long as he could remember. At least not the homemade stuff. The sense memory was still there in his mind, though, apparently, if it made him feel so strangely comforted for no real, tangible reason.
“S'okay. I spent a lot of time in America when I was a kid.” That was his excuse for his accent, anyway, when he wasn’t faking one (and considering he knew he’d see his neighbor regularly, he thought his own accent was the better choice this time). It was just convenient that it was true, if only slightly misleading. “It really doesn’t smell tasteless, that’s for sure,” he offers, smiling faintly.
His left hand is still shoved deep in his pocket as he looks around. He’s done enough research to know plenty of people have unusual prosthetics nowadays, but he’s still nervous to have it out. It’s been almost a couple of years since DC, though, and he’s halfway across the world. Hopefully he won’t set off any alarm bells and have to run once she sees it. “Can I help with anything?” he offers.
Oof, has she mentioned the nice voice? Like velvet and dark chocolate? No? Well, it’s a thing and Darcy is here for it. She grins at his compliment on the smell. “Well, thank you. Grandma Lewis would be proud her recipes are still getting put to good use.” At his offer, she pulls plates and silverware from the cupboard and sets them onto the counter. “You can set the table if you like.” All of her dishes a mismatched, things she’s seen in little second-hand shops and picked up. She’s gotten into the habit of going once a week, and her tiny apartment is littered with kitschy items.
She has this moment as she stirs the mac and cheese, this realization of how unerringly domestic this is. She made this guy dinner. He’s setting her table. She reaches for her glass of red wine and takes a sip to distract herself from the way that thought makes her heart pound. “I have wine if you’d like some,” she tells him without turning as she spoons the noodles into a serving bowl and turns to set it in the middle of the table. “Merlot and meatloaf don’t sound like they’d go well together, but I promise they do.” She offers him another small smile as she shifts the meatloaf from the pan to a serving plate.
ofdarcyiisms:
“Well trust me buddy, you got it.” She grins at him. “Also, that like half hour to forty minutes between rounds when you get the nap and the snacks and lay in bed and you’re just talking and being intimate without the sex? That’s the best part. Cuddling is a runner up, followed closely by being shoved against the wall and kissed until your brain melts out of your ears and getting head.”
Bucky sucks in a slow breath, nodding at first, because yeah, that all does sound pretty great. It’s still a lot, though, and Bucky decides for now to keep to himself for now that he prefers giving head to getting it. Not that he minds the latter, but if he had to choose… “That’s, ah– yeah, that’s pretty much everything,” he says, before huffing a little laugh and rubbing the bridge of his nose, partly to hide his face. “You always this forward right off the bat with folks?” he says, grinning.
Darcy shrugs a shoulder, still smiling. “Pretty much. I mean, look. Life fucking sucks like ninety percent of the time. The world is crashing and burning and most are too blind or too unwilling to see it, people are unnecessarily cruel, and dogs and cats only live a quarter of a person’s life. But consensual intimacy with another person? That’s one of the good parts, dude. Why be squeamish about it? Sex is great, conversation is great, and if you find someone you can have both with, it’s like winning the fucking lottery.”
Soulmates feel one anothers’ pain AUs
Meeting
‘I came to stop this street fight because that really big punch you just recieved made me scream at a cashier. Also are you injured?’ AU
‘This public toilet has a knuckle-shaped hole in the wall, is this anything to do with you? Because five minutes ago it felt like my knuckles were on fire’ AU
‘Holy shit you just got stabbed, you need help but also god my stomach feels like it’s exploding’ AU
‘I think you’re my soulmate because you’re biting your lip and mine’s hurting now’ AU
‘I just banged my knee on that table over there and you hissed in pain, dude I think we’re soulmates’ AU
Others:
‘Please don’t touch that flame, I’m/we’re in a public place and I don’t want to scream’ AU
‘Why do you insist on taking out staples by hand?’ AU
‘Please don’t hurt yourself, I can’t stand seeing you in pain and nor could I stand the pain myself knowing why I feel it’ AU
‘For the love of God use oven gloves next time, my boss was about to promote me when I swore in their face’ AU
‘I can feel your stress headache is everything okay?’ AU
‘I came to find you at work to tell you to stop knocking so violently on your coworker’s office door’ AU
‘Why must you get a tattoo whilst I’m trying to sleep?’ AU
my kink is having a rp partner that is also a very good friend where you can have 20+ ships with them but also tell them about everything and anything
Sebastian Stan on the set of ‘Captain America: Civil War’
my favourite trope is when both people understand that they like each other but it’s still unsaid between them and they’re not quite 100% sure the other likes them back so they keep having awkward-flirty moments/interactions and don’t know what to do after it happens so they just ,,, look at each other for a moment before changing the subject…and then it happens again
@ofdarcyiisms gets a semi-plotted starter
Bucky was frowning as he approached his door. Along the edge, he could see his trap was in place. No one had gotten into his apartment, at least not through the front door. He pulled the piece of paper taped there off and went inside, quickly clearing each room and checking the rest of his traps. All clear. He only opened the note once he had completed his checks, and sighed. “Fuck.”
He hadn’t been in this building long–he was only just beginning to amass a few found items of furniture–and already the neighbor was being extremely friendly. It really, really didn’t help that she was undeniably beautiful, and she smiled at him in a way he wasn’t quite used to yet and made him want to know more about her.
That was a problem. It was becoming more of a problem as days went on and he avoided people less and less, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get hurt just because he was lonely.
Still, there was nothing in the fridge and no money in his pocket, and the note said she had too much food leftover. Reluctantly, he left his home and knocked on her door, attempting a small smile when she opened it. “I, uh, got this.” He held up the note. “I hope this isn’t a bad time.”
Okay, so Darcy was definitely not expecting to develop a crush on her next door neighbor when she moved in. Romania had been a spur of the moment decision, because she’d had family from there, because it was off the map, so to speak. Jane had tried to talk her out of her hiatus, but after New Mexico and London and then the disaster in DC, she needed a break. She even leaves her cell phone off most of the time, only uses it to update Jane so she won’t worry, has been catching up on books she’s been meaning to read for years.
But then she saw the dude next door. And oof, was he hot. But he also had this look, like a kicked puppy, cautious and wary of people, but with this glimmer of hope underneath, like he secretly wanted someone to see through the frown, the rigid jaw, the ball cap pulled low, and like him anyway. And Darcy? Darcy has always had a habit of adopting strays.
So, she begins sending over food, leaving notes to encourage him to help her finish the meals she invariably makes way too much of, used to cooking for her and Jane and Ian and Erik and sometimes Thor. She’d left a note tonight encouraging him to come share the meatloaf she’d made, with pasta sauce and cheese in the middle the way her grandma used to make it, and if, when the knock comes at the door, she peeks in her bathroom mirror, makes sure her hair, hastily pulled up into a bun, looks more ‘fashionable casual’ and less ‘homeless Miss Trunchbull’, her mascara isn’t smeared down her face from sweating over the stove to make homemade mac and cheese - she has an addiction to muenster okay, it goes with everything - well, that’s her business.
Darcy pulls open the door and a grin breaks across her face to see Iosif standing there. “Hey! No, you’re just in time. I just pulled the meatloaf out to rest, and the mac and cheese is already done.” She steps back to let him in. “And I know, I’m in Romania, I should be eating local, not like a tasteless American, but today just felt like a perfect day for some good, old fashioned American comfort food. And I have some cinnamon crumble cake I made last night for dessert.”
How about
Instead of bitching about the people in the Danish fairy tale are white in the movie Frozen
Why don’t we petition that Kidagahkash Nedakh be turned into an official princess??
I mean, let’s talk about Kidagakash, AKA Kida for a minute here.
She’s got all the makings of a Disney Princess.
1. She’s royal blood. She’s the princess of the lost city of Atlantis.
2. She lost her mother when she was baby.
Unlike most Disney Princesses, she watched her mother as she was taken and essentially killed, along with most of her society.
3. She loses her father, too.
Who is also played by Lenard fucking Nemoy, okay?
But here’s some other, unconventional stuff that makes Kida amazing and a perfect edition to the current line up.
This girl can KICK. ASS.
She doesn’t take being spoken to rudely AT ALL.
When some fuckers try to get the drop on her- they grab her by the hair and yank her out of the water- she doesn’t fucking take that shit, she kicks several of their fucking asses, until the dagger she holds is eventually shot out of her hand.
Kida also is a martyr, accepting her fate, the same one that took her mother.
She does this without question, once the Crystal spoke to her and possessed her. In addition to this, another thing that makes her amazing is that, despite being a total bad-ass, she still needed to be rescued; but it was at her own choice. She knew that she was going to be taken, and she knew that the protagonist and love interest Milo Thatch would save her. She trusted and had faith in him and the others around him, despite the fact that Milo is basically a giant dingus. Which leads me to talk about her prince, so to say, Milo Thatch.
In fact, she is so sure of this, that she even tells him so.
Let’s talk about Milo for a minute.
He’s a big part of her, because he isn’t a prince. He’s not pretty, or handsome, or overly masculine, or anything like that. In fact, as far as Disney Love Interests go, he’s basically a bottom tier. He’s a beta male and she is the one in charge, but he steps up as her other half, brings her back to her people so that she can save them.
She is also the one who turns him into royalty by marrying him. In addition to this, she actually becomes queen, which also breaks the Disney trend of Queens Are Bad.
Kida is beautiful, she is active and faithful. Her parents are not obsticales to overcome [Like Jasmine, Ariel, Marida, Repunzel (technically), Pocahontas, and Cinderella] but rather a fixed point. She is faithful to her father and respects him. She defies him, but only because she feels it is the greater good for her people, not for herself or her personal interests. Kida is incredibly selfless in that regard, and it speaks volumes for being an example toward younger girls.
She’s also incredibly non-conventional, what with having magical powers- technically, what with her ability to heal with the crystals that power her people- in addition to having white hair, darker skin, and tattoos. Her outfit isn’t skimpier than, say, Ariel or Jasmine, as some people might have concerns about.
Also, Kida is nearly nine-thousand years old. No, really. She was an infant when Atlantis was taken into the sea, and Milo mentions specifically that she has to be between 8,200-8,800 years old. This is an interesting dynamic because, obviously, she's magical and has been kept young for thousands of years; but that also means she has many, many years more to learn.
Kida also uses Thatch, originally, to learn. He can read ancient scriptures and tomes, when her people cannot. Her people are dying, and she needs him to help restore it. She wants to learn, she knows how valuable something as simple as reading is, and she cherishes Milo’s talent in such a thing.
So, STOP bitching about Elsa and Anna from Frozen, and let’s put it out to Disney that Kida from Atlantis should be a Princess.
She’s beautiful, she’s strong, she’s a fighter, she’s selfless, she becomes an incredible leader, she has an amazing relationship with her father, she made her love interest a prince and then a king, she is eager to learn, she’s original, she’s faithful, and she fell in love with a man for his smarts, his mettle, his bravery and his own loyalty to her and her people.
Oh, and at the end?
They didn’t kiss.
It is inferred at the end of the movie that after taking the throne and restoring their city, only then do they get married. This isn’t a 3-day love story, people, this is a friendship that became a bond that resulted in marriage.
Kida is incredible, and so is Milo. Atlantis is an underrated movie, and Kida is an under-the-radar princess.