remember when cap 2 first came out and there was a catws/teen wolf fusion fanart with cap!scott/ws!stiles and you were like 'i don't care for this movie but this is art great'. look how far you've fallen, friend. look at your life. look at your choices. all roads lead to Rome.
buddy, you don’t know the hours i have spent laughing at myself remembering that particular post. i have a long-standing fascination with storylines where good characters go bad by making poor choices of their own free will, and at the time i was thinking, doesn’t it eradicate a lot of the pathos and integrity if the dark character isn’t even himself anymore? i didn’t understand. it gets better: shortly after i watched catws, before i FELL INTO A BOTTOMLESS AGONY WELL, i had the following exchange with my best friend, stairek:
me: i did remember fanart i saw of scott as captain america and stiles as the winter soldier
me: and i was wondering, would i be into this au?
me: and then i thought no, not even
me: because i’d like dark!stiles to actually be stiles
and she was like, yeah samesies
(she still does not understand my crippling bucky adoration, but she tries to be supportive)
now i’ve been transformed into a piece of shit who spends her life weeping about victimization, identity reclamation, the kind of everlasting love that can break through brainwashing, and all the other agony that comes to you gift-wrapped when you decide to invest in james buchanan ‘what the fuck why do i feel like this’ barnes. and needless to say i have grown to understand exquisite pain that would be dispensed to me with a skittles winter soldier fusion, and i want it. i want it so much.
