#theapatheticmoose

[returnsandreturns]

What’s going on with Christopher Eccelston?

lol i think people are just implying that he killed prince philip 

[winterhawkkisses]

Lash

818.

Bucky remembered the Soldier. It was easier for everyone if he pretended he didn’t, if he acted like the nightmares were gone as soon as he awoke, if he acted like the Soldier was someone he knew about but didn’t know. 

It helped sometimes. Sometimes it helped to make comparisons, because even the worst days were never so bad as they’d been, and that was a reason to keep fighting, right there. Sometimes he used it like a stick to beat himself with - the Soldier had fought bleeding and broken and inches from death, and there was no way that Bucky Barnes would do less. 

Sometimes, though, Bucky Barnes wanted to take a break from it. Wanted to wear something soft, or eat something nutritionally void, or give up before he was at breaking point. Sometimes Bucky Barnes got really goddamn sick of having to keep blowing strands of hair away from his face, unwilling to move to shift them because it’d mean a moment’s wavering of concentration on his target. 

He sometimes wished he knew how to make things a little goddamn easier on himself, but that was definitely one of those things Hydra stole. 

“Hey, let me get that for you.” 

Hawkeye - Barton - who was also stuck on this goddamn rooftop with him. Who was equally as swift and deadly but maybe a little less concerned with obedient dedication when the only aim was to train. Bucky startled a little at the hands in his hair, brushing it back away from his face and tying it back into a bun without tugging too hard or coming close to moving his head. 

“Thanks,” Bucky said, shape of the word unfamiliar. 

“Oh, hey, lemme -”

A butterfly touch on his cheek, Barton’s finger callused and improbably soft, brushing away an eyelash that Bucky wouldn’t even have noticed for hours, that would’ve been a slow-growing torturous tickle that he would’ve stoically endured because it wouldn’t’ve occured to him to do anything else. 

There was a hint of a grin in Bucky’s periphery, an archer’s gloved hand in front of him, impeding nothing of his view. 

“Now blow,” Barton said. “Make a wish.” 

[pluckyredhead]

63 and 99 for Matt/Foggy?

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple + 99. Magical Accidents 

Well, first of all there’s already this VERY GOOD FIC (not by me) where Thor thinks they’re married and gives them a sword and they have to try to magically annul it: Marriage-Gift

But I’m thinking I would play with the trope - like, Foggy would get magically stuck or married or otherwise connected to someone accidentally, someone who wouldn’t take it seriously or care, like Danny. (Danny accidentally knocking something over at Dr. Strange’s is an evergreen plot device.) And everyone’s like “Oh no, Matt, your husband is attached to someone else!” and he’s like “HE’S NOT MY HUSBAND AND I DON’T CARE, I’M BREAKING THE SPELL BECAUSE HE’S MY FRIEND AND NOT BECAUSE I’M SO JEALOUS I CAN BARELY BREATHE.” (Spoiler: he is lying.) (Double spoiler: he breaks the spell by proclaiming his true love for Foggy and Danny applauds when they kiss.)

[tendermiasma]

Oh god, Stardust Crusaders got real fucking quick. It’s all fun and games and then bam! Soaking in sadness. God I love it. Hope you enjoy the wild ride! Also who has been your fave Stand Villain thus far and why?

God yeah my jojo group is a bit farther along than me and I know generally what’s coming. Technically Kak was the first stand villian so of couse I’m handing it to him 😂 So far the High Priestess has been the most stress-inducing (no breaks for Pol ever) and I gotta love Emperor because gun stands are dumb as hell like it has a fraction of the range of just… a real gun… Hol Horse please

[drawacharge]

1 and/or 12 for Harringrove OTP ask

if you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it?

i’d less change it and more like expand on it. bc i love how billy & steve posture each other at the halloween party, but as we all know, the camera then follows nancy. i’d love to see what went down. did they just stare at each other? did they say some snarky shit?if i had my way, yes they did. and maybe something mildly flirtatious on billy’s end that everyone else takes as a mocking threat.

if you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? why?

well i just did harry potter so there’s that. twd universe would be great too just bc zombies. but if you mean fandom fandom, idk. most fandoms are nasty, even st fandom can get nasty lol. 

[returnsandreturns]

Speaking of cults, I just heard about The Garden, formerly Shut Up and Grow It, that’s in TN and it’s a commune that apparently def teetering into cult behaviors.

i’ve been watching youtube commentary about that! i initially didn’t think it looked that bad and then they were like “we killed and ate a cat out of revenge for the chicken it ate” and i was like OH OKAY 

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Apparently there is a rumor that Charlie Cox was seen on the set of Spider-Man 3 and I want so bad for it to be true. Even a cameo is enough for me.

i keep seeing rumors about that and possibly about a daredevil movie and i would be so psyched for literally any content. 

[returnsandreturns]

Girl!Foggy putting makeup on boy!Matt for funsies and oops, he’s hot. She should have seen this coming.

“If you don’t stop moving around, I’m going to stab you in the eye,” Foggy says, warningly, one hand cupping Matt’s face and the other carefully applying eyeliner on him. He has no idea how he got into this, other than the fact that Foggy asked him if she could and he said yes immediately because it’s--it’s Foggy. “It may or may not be an accident.”

“I’m already blind,” he says, sighing, shifting in place to get more comfortable where he’s sitting on the bed with Foggy straddling him, basically sitting in his lap. “There’s not a lot more damage you can do.” 

Foggy just huffs softly and tightens her grip on his jaw. 

Matt’s been hard since the second she climbed on top of him. He’s pretty sure she hasn’t noticed yet.

“I knew you were bad at sitting still,” she says, “but you’re doing some record-breaking fidgeting here, buddy.” 

“I agree to be your willing test subject,” Matt says, “and all I get are threats and insults.” 

Foggy laughs, so close to his face that her hair brushes his cheek. It smells like lavender. It used to be vanilla. 

He purposefully smells her hair way too often.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “You’re right--you’re being very patient.” 

“I mean, perfecting your cat eye sounds pretty important,” he says, “and what else are best friends for?” 

“. . .I’m your best friend?” Foggy asks, sounding like she’s smiling.

Matt thought it was a given since they spend all their time together and have been since they met months ago and he dotes on her so much that it’s honestly stupid that they aren’t dating. He, at least, is incredibly stupid for someone who’s reasonably smart on paper--for not at least trying to convince her he’s worth taking a chance on.

“Of course,” he says.

“Aww,” Foggy says, moving the hand on his jaw to run fingers through his hair instead, ruffling it lightly. “You’re mine, too. Okay, I think we’re done. Let me get a look at you.” 

She climbs out of his lap and takes a few steps back before her heart starts to race. 

“. . .how do I look?” he asks, when she doesn’t say anything. 

“I was going to say I’m really talented,” she says, slowly, “but, uhm--I think I just amplified how hot you are by five hundred percent. I need to take it off of you before you go out into the wild or you’re going to be making people of all genders faint on sight.” 

“Seriously?” Matt asks, laughing. “It’s just eyeliner.” 

“I was going to put mascara on you,” she says, “but this is already too powerful.”

The way her entire body is reacting right now makes Matt completely sure that she’s not just joking. 

“Hey, Foggy,” he says, reaching out to her. “Come back.” 

Foggy hesitates before she takes Matt’s hand and follows the pull, climbing into his lap again.

“Oh, yeah,” she says. “That’s definitely making me want to take all your clothes off.” 

They’re both blushing. Foggy might be too close to notice, forehead resting against his when he lifts his head up. He puts his hands on her waist, runs them down to her hips slowly, emboldened by the startled pleased noise that Foggy makes.

“Only if I can take yours off, too,” he says. 

“. . .fair’s fair,” Foggy squeaks. “Matty, are we seriously about to hook up?” 

“I want more than that,” Matt says, immediately. Might as well dive headfirst. “Just--for the record.” 

Foggy bends down to kiss him. She’s smiling. He can feel it.

“Agreed,” she says, breathlessly, before taking her shirt off and tossing it across the room.