Confessions of a Rennie and Other Geekery

#snowpiercer #film review #movie review #chris evans #octavia spencer #john hurt

I just watched this film for the first time and LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU it is not the mindless action film I was expecting.

Easily one of the most thought provoking films I’ve seen in a long time. It’s chaotic and beautiful and absurdist and surrealist and dystopian in a completely dissonant way that shouldn’t work together BUT IT DOES.

The cast is incredible and every single person involved gives it 110% to their performance.

You definitely have to be in a special state of mind, because if you’re looking for a fun action movie, you’ll be bored and disappointed. But if you really want to deconstruct an art piece about human nature YOU GOTTA WATCH IT.

Ooh I love when you fill prompts... how about a romanogers “I picked up what I thought was a stray on the side of the road last night & turns out she/he is a werewolf... um, can I offer you some pancakes?” 😁 I’m in need of some humor/fluff

I am three paragraphs into this fic and it’s giving me a reason to live.

Hopefully will have it done by the end of the week!

#romanogers #fan fiction #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #fluff au #humor au

One (hopefully) humorous werewolf fic for @xo-stardust720!

Natasha was exhausted, but it didn’t matter. She was capable of driving these roads with both eyes closed and one hand behind her back if she had to. Her job sent her all around the world, but home was still home. She’d only been 14 when Clint taught her to drive a stickshift on the broken and dusty blacktop lanes that lead from his farm back out to the nearest gas station almost seven miles away. When she was in high school, the long and grueling journey just to buy a diet Coke made her crazy, but now Nat appreciated the arduousness of those 20 minutes. It was time to herself, time to focus on the drive instead of her problems, time to get away from the craziness of the now three kids running around their house, time to block out work. It was peace.

In the depths of her familiarity, Natasha almost didn’t notice the huge, scraggly dog that limped its way out in the middle of the road. It moved slowly, deliberately, and painfully, as if daring her to slam on the gas pedal instead of the breaks. However, she immediately acted on the latter. As her Corvette came to a screeching halt, the sorry looking creature spun in a circle and plopped down in the harsh glare of the headlights. Now closer, she could get a better look at the poor thing. It was a mutt for sure, with the build of some kind of retriever but the coat shade of a wolf-dog, but looked nearly the height of a great dane. What concerned her most wasn’t the breed, though; it was the laceration on its back leg. Gnarled and coated in dry blood, that definitely explained the limping.

She put the car in park and stepped out. Even in the peak of rush hour, no one but the Barton family and friends drove through here, much less at two in the morning. As she slowly approached, the dog tucked its ears back and flicked its tail hesitantly.

“You have to get out of the road,” she said in the firm but non-aggressive tone Laura used to talk to her chickens. “Go on, before you get yourself killed.”

But instead of getting up, it began to move its tail faster into a weak wag and let out a whimper. Natasha had never really been an animal person before. She was terrible at taking care of things and the idea of having another living creature depending on her was uncomfortable to say the least. Still, she knew eyes, and there was something strangely… personal… human, almost, about the ones looking at her now. And a lovely, bright shade of blue. Though the rational side of her brain screamed that she was being stupid, a gut feeling told her that the mutt wasn’t going to bite.

“Alright, come on,” Natasha finally sighed. “I think I have a blanket in my trunk I can put on the front seat for you.”

To her surprise, the dog rose to its feet almost immediately and hobbled in the direction of her passenger side door. It didn’t take an expert to know that wasn’t the kind of behavior one was supposed to expect. With Natasha now being the hesitant one, she pulled the old picnic blanket from her trunk and draped it over the front seat so it… he…. could climb in, obviously still doing his best not to put weight on his injured leg. Once they were both inside, he stared at her expectantly, eyes now bright and tail in a full wag. For a moment, Nat wondered if this was all some sort of strange dream, but put the sports car into gear and continued on her way back through the wooded road to the open field surrounding the Barton family farm. When they finally reached their destination, there wasn’t a single light still on in the house. The last thing she wanted was to wake up Laura or any of the three kids with a stray dog. The barn it was.

Nat didn’t even have to open the passenger door. Before she had time to look over, her new hitchhiker was climbing over the center console and the drivers side seat to be right on her heels. He half-trotted-half-limped behind her down to the barn, where she threw herself down on the old couch Clint had moved out there for just such occasions when one of them came in too late. She could usually sneak up to her room undetected if she was kept out, but there was the matter of her visitor.

He took a seat right in front of her, so his eagerly sniffing nose was barely two feet away from her face. He was kind of cute, in a bedraggled sort of way. Sure, his fur was matted and his paws were too big for his legs, but he had a kind puppy-dog smile that she had to admit was pretty adorable. She was a bit disappointed that there was no collar around his neck. He seemed like the kind of pet that grew up in a good home.

“Alright, you,” she stated matter of factly. “We’re going to get some sleep, and then in the morning I’ll take you over to the vet.”

He let out a sneeze that shook his whole head, and Nat was once again left perplexed. It was nearly three in the morning and she was far too tired to contemplate an eerily smart dog. Sleep overtook her merely a few moments after she closed her eyes, but before she drifted off, she heard a soft whine and felt the warmth of another living creature jump onto the couch, curling up at her feet.

***

“Can I offer you guys some pancakes?”

“Five more minutes, Clint,” Natasha mumbled, not bothering to look up from where her face was buried in the couch cushion.

“I don’t think sleeping in would be polite to your friend,” Clint continued and followed it up with a snarky laugh.

“Dogs don’t eat pancakes, dumbass,” she groaned.

Clint laughed again, but she could have sworn she heard… two laughs?

“That’s not a very nice thing to call a gentleman caller, even if he is a one-night stand,” Clint said. “No offense, Steve.”

“None taken.”

All traces of drowsiness vanished from Natasha in a second and she shot up awake, nearly leaping to her feet from the couch. Sitting on the far end of the couch wasn’t the awkward yet sweet dog who had hopped into her car last night, but a man. A living, breathing, tall, muscular man wearing nothing but a pair of Clint’s old shorts. But what shocked her most and drained all the color from her face was his eyes… those bright blue eyes she could never forget.

“Steve?” she nearly choked.

“Yes, ma’am?” he answered innocently

“Can… can I speak to you alone for a moment?”

She threw a glare at Clint, who shrugged and said in a sing-song voice, “I’ll be up in the kitchen for when you two are ready for breakfast.”

She waited until he was out of earshot, and then grabbed the rake that happened to be sitting closest to her side, brandishing it as a weapon. The man… Steve, apparently… held up his hands in surrender.

“Start talking, now,” Nat demanded.

“Well, I got cornered by a pack of coyotes and even though they came out of it worse off, they still got my leg. I really just needed a ride,” he answered as if it was any other mundane questions.

“I meant about how you were a dog last night and a person this morning!” she shouted.

A light shade of pink tinted his cheeks.

“I guess that is the big one,” he said sheepishly. “Humans use the word ‘werewolf,’ but that’s actually a misnomer. There’s more of us who turn into different modern dog breeds than wolves at this point. Most of what you’ve heard is untrue, but we really don’t have any control over shifting on a full moon.”

Natasha’s head was spinning. This could not be happening. She had been right; this was all just a bizarre dream and she would wake up any minute now back in her soft bed none the wiser. There was by no means any possibility that she was standing in her best friend’s barn with an admittedly handsome but half way naked werewolf who caught a ride with her past midnight. She couldn’t think of anything to say, but gripped the rake tighter. After a few moments of silence, Steve’s face shifted from expectancy to curiosity.

“Can we go eat some of those pancakes? I’m starving.”

HIII ;D I'd really like if you write a fic where Natasha can be brought back to life (as Thor said and disregarding what Clint argued because she can't be dead 'kay). All the other OG6's reaction, especially Steve of course. And Romanogers endgame as it should have been. Also if you know some blogs who accept Romanogers prompt as well, could you tell me? I already have you here but I'm not sure if you'd appreciate multiple requests from the same person lol. Thank you! ;)

Hello!

Funnily enough, I wrote almost this exact prompt last week: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18687043

However, it doesn’t include Avengers reactions, so I’ll have to write a follow up with that!

I don’t know anyone else currently taking prompts, but you’re always welcome to submit more than one to my blog. I can’t always get to all of them, but I will do my best =)

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers

prisonhannibal

#Not to be insensitive #i dont shame people who do care #but i could not give less of a shit

Romanogers prompt: Hey ma’am, could we please get some of the regular “Natasha having nightmares/flashbacks about the Red Room” with a side of Protective!Steve?

Hi anon! I actually just recently wrote this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17953376/chapters/42438713#workskin! Enjoy ^.^

#romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #Avengers

I am three paragraphs into this fic and it’s giving me a reason to live. Hopefully will have it done by the end of the week!

If y’all got Romanogers prompts, hit me up.

It’s finals week at my job so it’s gonna be DEAD SLOW for the next few days.

#prompts #prompts needed #romanogers #natasha romanoff #steve rogers

Not gonna lie, this whole having to tell people how I feel shit is getting OLD

#bitching #complaining #like #i should not have to tell yall that what youre doing isnt cool with me #twice in one day #for fucks sake #just let me be stoic #use your critical thinking skills

yocalio

I’m sensing a trend. A nose dive actually.

Me on my way to watch Avengers Endgame

marveljurassicandallthefandoms

If this is the same guy from Arizona, he’s super nice and I’ve met him. His real, legal name is Steve Rogers.

That’s some boyfriend Husband material

marveljurassicandallthefandoms

@marveljurassicaandallthefandoms, I have to agree with you

This is so adorable! YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE!!! I HOPE YOU ARE VERY HAPPY TOGETHER!!! 💜💚🧡💙💙

Thank you! 😊😊😊😊

Me on my way to watch Avengers Endgame

marveljurassicandallthefandoms

If this is the same guy from Arizona, he’s super nice and I’ve met him. His real, legal name is Steve Rogers.

That’s some boyfriend Husband material

@marveljurassicaandallthefandoms, I have to agree with you

Me on my way to watch Avengers Endgame

If this is the same guy from Arizona, he’s super nice and I’ve met him. His real, legal name is Steve Rogers.

shoyowo

OK but the way he salutes tho

silverwing2522

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! **migrates to arizona** im ready to be mrs. rogers! lol

@silverwing2522

Sorry, dear. I hope you know that comment made our day!!!

You can follow him on Insta! StevenRogersUSA

Me on my way to watch Avengers Endgame

If this is the same guy from Arizona, he’s super nice and I’ve met him. His real, legal name is Steve Rogers.

umber-penumbra

Speaking of Steve, I met him at Tucson Comic Con a while back. He actually went out and found a manufacturing company by the name Stark and convinced them to fabricate his shield.

His shield is legitimately a Stark Industries creation.