Look, I'm not saying that the Joshua ending in honest hearts is better, but I am saying is that there should be a 3rd option wherein you use all 100 of your world-changing charisma to convince Daniel and Joshua to shut the fuck up about mormonism and let the tribes be, not even necessarily leaving off into the wastes, just like...chilling out. I'm not at all opposed to the tribes defending themselves from the white legs, but the fact that it's basically garunteed that they'll be infected by mormonism is the biggest problem I've always had
when judith ford sung ’they say before you die your whole life flashes before your very eyes / well it didn't the first time but this time I heard each and every lie’?
“Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky asked. His hair was disheveled from having just woken up. He wasn’t fully awake yet. Which was made clear by him widening his eyes and his several long yawns.
“Where do you think I’m going?” Libby retorted with her hands on her hips. “You know exactly where I’m going.”
Bucky sighed and leaned against the doorframe, looking at his sister rather pointedly. “Steve said he wanted to be alone, Elizabeth,” Bucky said her full name Elizabeth, just to annoy her.
Libby arched an eyebrow at her brother. “And you believed him?” She shook her head and examined her reflection in the mirror once more. She smoothed her hair with her hand. “He just lost his mother, James…” Libby purposely used the name her brother didn’t like to go by, just to annoy him.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “You’ll see him at the church for the service.”
Libby then turned to look at her brother with her hands on her hips. “I don’t care what you choose to do, but he could really use a friend right now. So, I’m going to him with some breakfast. Lord knows he probably hasn’t been eating much. A friend wouldn’t let him starve himself.”
“Friend, huh?” Bucky scoffed. “You’ve wanted to be more than a friend to Steve Rogers for years now.”
Libby blushed and continued to busy herself with her hair, which already perfectly coifed. She knew Bucky was trying to goad her. She knew she should ignore him and she tried. But it didn’t last. “I don’t know to what you are referring to,” she said rather hotly.
Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “You don’t have to pretend I don’t know, Libby. I know you’re sweet on Steve. I mean, you’re bringing him breakfast.” He paused and looked at his sister with a teasing glint in his eye. “Which I hope you aren’t making. Because that might actually kill him before starvation would set in.”
Swiftly, Libby picked up her hairbrush and aimed it at her brother. He laughed as he deflected the brush with his arms and it fell to the ground. She looked at her brother incredulously. “My cooking isn’t that bad!”
“Rexy won’t even eat your cooking, Libby. And that dog eats almost everything.” Rexy was the stray dog that roamed their street but always stopped by the Barnes’ place for a meal or two every day. The last time Libby had tried to make flapjacks, Bucky tried to slip his plate to Rexy, but even Rexy wouldn’t eat the flapjacks.
“No pithy response, Libby?” Bucky teased. He enjoyed teasing his sister and he did so frequently. But the terrible cooking was completely true.
Folding her arms across her chest, Libby muttered, “I was going to swing by the bakery first.”
Bucky chuckled and bridged the distance between them. He rested his hand on his sister’s shoulder. “That’s probably for the best, little sister.” He grinned. Libby rolled her eyes and pushed him away.
