Hang in there, Steve.
The other night my six year old sister and I were watching CA:tWS together. We kept having to pause the final fight sequence so that she could clarify what was happening, and that got me thinking: What if I used my editing skills, dumped the entire 30-minute sequence into Premiere, and deconstructed it to what it would have been without the intercuts?
This is what happened – the original format of Steve and Bucky’s fight.
hopefully tumblr/vimeo doesn’t send me to jail for thisWELL GUESS WHAT felixandria AND I DID TONIGHT
WELCOME BACK TO HELL
BUFFY MEME: two/seven quotes
“I’ve been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, and done things I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker; I follow my blood, which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of. You. Hey, look at me. I’m not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you — it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try…I’ve seen your kindness, and your strength, I’ve seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy.
”
imagine this
Imagine that you are eleven years old and it’s Halloween.
You’re not too old for trick or treat – in fact, this is just the right age for it to be fun. You’re old enough to be trusted to run around the neighborhood with your friends and go trick or treating. You get the safety lecture from your Ma, chapter and verse. Don’t eat anything if you can’t tell what it is – there’s all these posts going around on Tumblr right now about weird candy looking things that are actually Drugs and there’s always those old stories about razors in apples and poison in Pixy Stixx.
You know how to Google. The Pixy Stixx douchecanoe was really a guy who wanted to kill his own kid for the life insurance money but parents will still freak out anyway. So you nod and say “Yes, Ma” and you promise over and over that you won’t do anything stupid. You will be careful.
And after that, you can all go back to the all important business of making your costumes.
It’s gonna be special this year.
Your entire group’s going as the Howling Commandos. Which is pretty freakin’ awesome, since you’re all, technically speaking, their great-grandkids. Except for baby Sophie, because Bucky Barnes is actually her great-great-uncle. But Gabe Jones is your Great-Grandpappy and he’s still around, getting close to a hundred years. He got to laughing when he heard you were going to go as him.
“Never mind if you’re a girl, sweet pea – Agent Carter was a lady and she’s a Commando too. Don’t let ‘em tell you different.”
So that’s why baby Sophie is going as her Great Uncle Bucky. Her Ma even got her hair to look all slicked up like Bucky’s in his pictures and she’s even got a tiny version of that famous blue peacoat.
Tim’s got his Great-Grandpop’s famous bowler hat on and Etienne’s got some stuff that you’re hoping are just firecrackers. He’s already chomping on something that looks like dynamite but is really candy. Katie’s got what looks like a version of her Grandpa Jim’s medkit (on closer inspection, she’s even got band-aids and clean wipes in there). Neville’s doing an exaggerated English accent…. except he’s beginning to sound more like Captain Jack Sparrow than his Great-Grandpa Monty.
You take Sophie’s little hand in your own – she’s the baby of your group but all of you dote on her because she’s pretty cute and easy to look after. Your Ma reminds you to be careful with Sophie – for the nth time.
And then, you’re off.
Sure enough, it’s a blast – you guys get a lot of compliments on your costumes, along with your candy and okay, maybe little Sophie lisping “trick or treat” and beaming all sunny and bright kinda helped with the cute factor. So you guys got extra candy.
And it was all going great until you run into Buddy Langton and his asshole friends. Of course, Buddy wants you guys to give over a share of the candy and says “girls can’t be Howling Commandos.”
The thing is, the toy gun that Sophie’s carrying is a water gun.
And maybe she’s four years old but there’s nothing wrong with her aim.
Tim grabs Sophie after you guys let Buddy and his friends have it with your own water guns and you run.
“WA-HOO!!!!!” Tim and Sophie holler.
The pack of you end up running into this apartment building, trying to stealth your way upstairs – you guys lost sight of Buddy and his goons some few minutes back. There’s a few doors that’s got Halloween decorations on and maybe you guys can do some last minute trick or treating before you finally all head home.
“Sophie, we’re supposed to say trick or treat, not shoot them, okay?” Tim reminds her, as he lifts her up so she can knock on the door.
The Power of Sophie compels you.
The door opens and it’s Captain America himself, with a pail of Halloween candy at the ready.
Holy shit!
“Twick or tweat?” Sophie’s the only one with the presence of mind to speak up. All of you are absolutely gobsmacked. There’s no way you guys can mistake him – you’ve only all just grown up with the family stories, right?
Captain America beams at all of you, because he recognizes the costumes, of course. And then, he wasn’t done yet. “Hey, Buck? Look who’s come to visit!”
Your parents end up forgiving you all for staying out late – you all had the two best possible people in the entire world to vouch for your whereabouts on Halloween. And they had the absolute best candy and treats too.
The picture you took of Sophie in costume with her Great-Uncle Bucky and posted to Instagram went viral too. The Power of Sophie compels you indeed.
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Note: Based on this post – Happy Halloween all!
Bringing this back because this is my cap and for any kids out there who think they’ve lost him.
Top 5 Zimbits fic recs, GO.
1: In Focus by sparklyslug – E, 6,097 words
Jack’s just taking pictures whenever he sees something worth photographing, something that seems to fit what he’s being told in class, about line and shape and color and beauty.
It’s like the camera knew before Jack did.
2: Au pays qui te ressemble by tropes – E, 15,584 words
Jack waits.
3: A Chance We Could Make It Now by babbitly – E, 24,211 words
Jack has just signed with the Falconers, fresh out of Samwell. He’s new to the area and on the hunt for furniture for his apartment when he stumbles into Eric Bittle’s Bakery.
4: Positive Image by twentysomething – E, 10,436 words
When Bittle first showed up at a meeting with management, sitting next to Sara with wide, scared eyes, Jack didn’t think he had a chance in hell. Sara hired new assistants all the time, most of whom barely made it through a season.
5: Being in Motion by marswithghosts – E, 53,988 words
Watching a college boy jerk off online for money is not what Jack Zimmermann ever saw himself doing. Getting to know that boy is something he expected even less.
what if jack is having a terrible week for some reason. maybe the falconers lost their second game in a row and jack’s sprained his wrist so he’ll be out of the next match anyway so he can’t make it up. maybe he’s also cut himself when trying to make his bland dinner suggested by the team’s nutritionist and now it tastes even worse. maybe he met kent again (presuming this is when they are not friends) and he’s literally at breaking point and all he wants is bitty, but the smh are at an away game and bitty can only skype him for ten minutes for the next two days
and he doesn’t know what to do to get himself out of this slump. he curls up on the couch (the bed is too empty for him at this point) and watches reruns of history documentaries on the tv, nurses his cut finger and tries not to do any more damage to his wrist. he’s missing bitty terribly, even more than he normally does (which is a lot) and just. wants to cry, to be honest
and then the doorbell rings, and for one fleeting moment he thinks it might be bitty but then he remembers that it can’t be. he knows bitty would have jumped on the next train to providence if he could, but he’s got a responsibility to the smh and besides, jack wouldn’t want him to do that. the game is important, and bitty said he’ll come down straight after the match to make sure jack’s okay.
so it’s not bitty, jack thinks, lets his heart sink back down to the ground. he answers it anyway, even though the only person he wants to see won’t on the other side of the door, and it’s the building’s delivery guy. he hands jack an impeccably wrapped package before wandering off to deliver next door’s mail, leaving jack to wonder what he ordered alone. he closes the door and goes back to his spot on the couch, flipping over the package to find the inscription. his heart starts hammering the moment he recognizes bitty’s writing, and he barely finishes reading the note (’to help you until i’m there’) before he’s ripping off the brown paper. he opens the plain cardboard box and his breath catches when he sees what’s inside.
oh, jack loves his boyfriend.
when bitty unlocks the door to jack’s apartment two days later with his key, he’s surprised to see the flat is empty. he heads towards the master bedroom, intending to wait for jack there, but he draws up short at what he sees when he opens the door.
jack’s sleeping soundly. he’s curled up on his side, soft hair mussed by sleep, a picture of tranquility. he’s got the covers drawn to his waist and both of his feet hidden beneath the sheets. bitty lets out a soft sigh at the scene before him, hand on his heart as he looks at his sweetheart.
and in the dusk of the room, bitty can just see the worn ears of señor bunny peeking out from between jack’s arms.
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